In the small town of Serenity, nestled amongst the hills and farmland, stood a beautiful old church. Its steeple reached towards the heavens, and its stained glass windows glistened in the sunlight. Inside, a lone figure moved quietly through the dimly lit space. Sister Mary, a young nun with long blonde hair, knelt before the altar, her head bowed in prayer. She was a vision of purity and devotion, with small but perfectly formed breasts concealed beneath her habit, and a body that was slender yet curvy in all the right places.
Today was a special day, for it was the anniversary of Sister Mary’s vows, and she had spent the morning in quiet reflection, giving thanks for the many blessings in her life. As she knelt there, lost in thought, she felt a sudden warmth spreading through her body. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what was causing it.
As she rose to her feet, she noticed a small tear in her habit, right at the spot where her thigh met her hip. She reached down to touch it, and as her fingers brushed against her skin, she gasped at the electric shock that seemed to pulse through her veins. She couldn’t deny it any longer – she was aroused.
