The nun backed out, her face triumphant, closing the door behind her. The priest looked the girls over, taking in their long legs, slim waists, perky breasts pushing at their uniform blouses. They were almost totally identical - maybe one of them had slightly bigger t**s than the other.
"What are your names, girls?"
"I'm Sienna." The bigger girl said.
"Jenna." Said the other.
"Sit down girls, sit down," When they sat opposite him he went on. "Now I don't want you to think you're in trouble. No, I'm not angry at you. I just want to help you."
"We're... not in trouble?" Sienna asked, smiling slightly.
"Not at all. But it certainly isn't right to be talking in Sister Marjorie's class. And you should know who the Pope is. But I'm going to help you with that. But first I want to ask you s
