Everyone is up already. I could manage to find her

I didn't have to look for so long. She was entering the kitchen to have breakfast as I went out.

Layla: Good morning, Sister! I baked the bread and I was thinking about heading out to the Town in an hour or so to sell it. Do you think maybe we could uhm...

I froze and she noticed it perfectly. She smiled knowing what I meant and gave me a gesture to follow her to my room. When we got there, she lay down and pulled her skirt up, exposing her pantyless pussy with a Machiavellian smirk.

Sister Helen: You know what to do, Sis.

I bathed my hands in oil and started rubbing her legs all the way up. She made sure to point her ass to me so I had nothing else in my sight. I could tell she definitely loved putting up a show, and now my only wish was to plunge my fingers in that beautiful line where her legs started to separate, the desire to explore all of my alluring Sister Helen. Her ass, her tits, her mouth, and especially her dripping wet pussy... All of her was deserving of attention and groping. I had lost myself once again in my fantasies and in the blink of an eye, my hands were already reaching those delightful places I had in mind, leaving my fingers covered in her sticky moisture.

Sister Helen: Sister Layla... Don't you dare stop! You are truly working a miracle here, I feel so good that, with heaven's forgiveness, I will start to worship your hands. Oh my God!

Her moaning made me suddenly aware of what was happening. I stopped immediately, worried that someone may have heard us. She looked at me at first irritated because I stopped abruptly, but then relaxed her face to laugh at my "innocence" with a fraternal expression. Again, she stood up and fixed her clothes.

Sister Helen: You're getting better each day, Layla. Someday you'll give me a massage that either drives me crazy or maybe just kills me!

I watched her walk away with a mixture of embarrassment and hornyness. I took a quick cold shower before leaving the convent.