Ursula wakes up

The soft sound of crickets chirping in the distance gently filled Ursula's divine ears as the disguised angel slowly stirred from the deepest, most satisfying rest she had had in ages.

A feeling satisfaction, joy, contentment, and lightness, for lack of a better term, like she had never experienced before coarsed through her entire body.

"Mmmmmm," the milfy beauty cooed as she clumsily pawed for her glasses.

Her night stand felt particularly warm... and fleshy as she opened her blurry eyes.

Ursula's eyesight had grown increasingly nearsighted in her *ahem* maturity, and could now clearly see only to about 18 inches out from her before things got fuzzy, at least in her human form.

Poor vision and the lack of light were making what normally a simple task much tougher than it should have been, and soon the cuevy nun was making adorably little mewling sounds as she continued to blindly grope around.

That turned into a quiet little squeal of triumph as her fingers wrapped around the leather scroll tube she had repurposed into a makeshift glasses holder.

She tried to pick up the tube, but it seemed to be caught on something. She firmly gripped the case and gently wiggled it, trying to shake it free from whatever it was caught on, but still had no luck.

Ursula moaned in frustration, and pulled again... and was answered by another moan. A very masculine one.

The purple-haired beauty blinked and looked closer at what she thought was the scroll case, and gently started to run her finger along the increasingly firm... and... warm object... as slowly started to remember what she had spent the last night and day doing.

The scroll case was not a scroll case, and as her groggy mind slowly processed that obvious piece of information, Ursula could feel her face growing hot. Very hot.

She continued to stare at the throbbing manhood in her hand. It was just inches away from her face now, and its musky, masculine odor was growing stronger and stronger as her lover whimpered in pleasure.

Ursula slowly turned her head and squinted in the direction of Pardoo's chest and saw him sheepishly grinning at her. Their eyes met, and Ursula's face grew as red as a tomato.