Renee du Blanc Renee Damian black riotous curls long jet black hair stormy grey/slate blue yellow

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Damian Kingston 51 62 petite, curvy big, muscular

Renee is of French and American origins, her mother very devout catholic and very religious but she succumb to handsome visiting American in her small village and had sex but then he left and she claim that she was raped to hide her shame o When her daughter born, her mother see her as a little devil and her current elderly husband begin to notice Renee in the wrong way and her mother put her in convent and blame her for her husband straying o Renee have a half brother o Renee flourish in convent and she very modern minded and very amusing and nice and open minded o She not miss being a part of the modern world and she a leader among the young nuns but she also a total romantic and her favorite movie is ----Julie Andrews song moie hills something? Where she nun marry military guy--------but she is a horrible singer Damian son of a very stern and strict military and mercenary father, he the son of a princess who was executed for her discretion with his mercenary father after Damian was born by her husband when he found out Damian not his son o Damian excel in school but feel very left out still and he very domineering and controlling and alone and cold Then the whole world explode and only a handful of survivors left Renee, three nuns (one older), a prostitute visiting her sister, a simple farmer, and his daughter o Harriet nun 1 o Francesca nun 2 o Jillian older nun o Ursula prostitute o Bernard farmer o Guinevere Renee take charge of group until they happen upon another tribe of survivors The leader of that tribe take a liking to her Guy There a gay guy Henri who become fast friends with Renee

Absurdly, Sister Jillians comment I wouldnt kiss you if you were the last man on Earth, kept echoing in Renee du Blancs head. At that time, Bernard, the man in question had tried a lame attempt at kissing the very uptight, and very tight lipped Sister Judith by tripping on his big feet and falling right on top of her. By clever maneuvering, Sister Judith had slipped from his clammy and delivered the epithet that now was running around in Renees head. It seemed it was Bernards lucky day. As far as she could see, he was the only man left on Earth. An apocalyptic world war five had wiped the majority of Earths population out, from what she had been able to catch from the old, hand cranked radio she had found in the bomb shelter. For the last ten years, the --------------association---------- had been engagaed in an all out, no holds barred war against -----------the aother association-------. And no holds barred meant intermittent atomic bombs dropping willy nilly. For the last five years, Renee and her fellow sisters had taken refuge in the Arkansas underground bomb shelter that had housed over five thousand people. The Sacred Heart ------- Sisters had made a home there and Renee had felt safe, cocooned within their confined community. And then the soldiers had come, raiding their storage foods and taking their supplies. Eventually they had bagan to throw the people out i

Renee woke to the gentle strokings of Damians calloused hand on places that his hands shouldnt be; one caressing her breast and the other sliding up her thigh and right between her legs. Sister Guinifued always told me never to belive in a thing that was too good to be true, Renee moaned into his ear. Damian only growled, making her giggle, as he nuzzled her sensitive ear. Taking a lobe between his teeth, he worried the soft bit of flesh until he had her squirming and wrihing beneath him. I understand now why youve been giving me clothing that makes me spill out everytime I move and always a dress. Make me much moreOh!, she yelled as his insidiiosu finger slipped past her lace panties and slipped between her slick lips. Acessible she finished in a whisper, spreading her legs just a tiny bit. Chuckling, the rascal, had a smug grin on his face as he leered down at her flushed face. You are intirly too smug, she pouted. And youre saying all the wrong things. Kepping eye contact, eh slowly lowered his head until he could touch just the tip of his tongue to her pert and strangign nipple. The eroticism of watcging as he laved her distended nipple was too much to bear; she grabbed his hair in her two fist and pushed her entire breast into his mouth, moaning. Whatwhat do you mean?

Damain chuckled against her breast which onl mad eit worst for her as his warm gust of air sent goosebumps racing down her breast. The only words I want to hear from you are yes, more, please, and master, Damian said, continuing his torture on her other exposed breast. So I guess lower is is out of the question? Renee teased. That got his attention; and had his head lowering to her stomac even as he pushed her skirt fully to her waist. Renee shrieked in laughter and began kicking and buckling to get him off of her. Damain, get off of me! You know im not ready for for well, that! she yelled, half embarrassed and half shocked. God lord, she had only been joking but he seemed to take it seriously. She was just not ready to further their intimate relationship, not just yet when she knew only about five things about him. Damian rolled off her with a frustrated growl, lying beside her with his chest heaving. Renee immediately rolled onto him and began stroking his chest, choosing to ignore his very colorful, mumbled comment about nuns and blue nether regions and how they were synonymous.