See what the nun's dossier reveals

First, you skip the curtly typed paragraphs and archive clippings to continue ogling the nun's images. It's impossible to tell how tall she is from the images, but she seems to be around average female height. The nun habit also makes her bust size questionable. She's either packing some serious udders, or the church likes to put heavy padding in the bosom area. But you can tell she's got a thick, fat ass: a real juicy jiggling dereire. In all the full-body shots her booty seems to jut out at an obscene angle.

While you’re looking at the images, you can’t put help notice the name to associate with those lovely seductive lips. Margaret, or Sister Mary? Some photos are labeled one, and others the other. But no matter what her real or church name is, the banging body of Sister Mary is working its magic on your lower half. Hell! Who hasn’t fantasized about nuns at least once or twice? And a babe like this…

Ignoring the growing throb in your underwear, you stop eyefucking the babe nun's pics just long enough to peruse some of the pertinent data on the target herself.

23 years old, Sister Mary lives on the old Catholic campus, a relic of the private school days in the earlier 20th century when the church had real power.

Looking like she grew up in a nice affluent area, you can’t figure out why a babe like sister Mary would hide her body behind a prudish outfit and join the nuns, but you can tell she had some kind of trouble at the seminary school because she was enrolled there almost 6 years before graduating.

The bootylicious nun's dossier is pretty lights on details about Sister Mary’s past before enrolling in the nun-seminary. Most of the documents are things like the local church program where she is listed as a member of the rectory, a pamphlet on their young Christian women outreach programs that they run at local high schools and colleges, and a schedule of upcoming religious services at the nearby Catholic chapel on campus...

You really can’t find anything linking the sexy, fuckable nun to Erin, or Delta Delta or anything besides the Catholic chapel services on campus here. The only other thing is … This town where the nun supposedly grew up… It’s…

"Fairmont?" You barely mouthe the word, but Erin uses her super villain level acuity, either reading your lips, hearing your whisper, or maybe just reading your thoughts.

"We went to the same high school," Erin uncrosses and then crosses her legs, she always does that when she’s pissed off (which is frequently). "Rich, white, one percent family. I bet we attended all the same middle school and elementary schools, too."

"Haha," you want to sound smart for Erin. Impressing the blonde alpha is a never-ending struggle, but so worth it to slip in between those perfectly toned, long legs of hers at the end of the day. "I never would’ve guessed you were the type to hang out with Bible thumpers growing up."

Erin doesn’t laugh, she crosses and uncrosses her legs, gets up and smooths out the invisible creases in the tight skirt hem wrapping around her waist. Flipping blonde hair out of her face, she gives a sigh and stands across the table from you over the images and dossier of your future nun-victim.

"Check the dates, bozo. I’m two years younger, so it’s not like we ran exclusively in the same circles growing up. But Maggie and I knew each other from sports in high school."

"Oh, Margaret is her given name, but we always called her Maggie, or Mags..." Erin gives what might pass as a sad, remorseful chuckle from a person with a soul. "She changed her name to sister Mary when she became a nun.

"She was always sort of the clubhouse leader for field hockey and soccer," Erin explains. "Junior varsity and varsity, we played together my first two years of high school, and Maggie I guess you could say, took me under her wing."

Erin scoffs.

"God! We were so young. And things were so much simpler…"