Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2 - Sex Stories

Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2

**co-writing with my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf** Many weeks had passed and life for Sister Mary Atchara had been changed immeasurably. It was as if a part of her that she had never known existed before had exploded inside of her, making her a whole new woman. She had now fully embraced her voracious sexual nature and reconciled it completely with her complete and utter dedication to the Holy Church. With a wisdom that she could only attribute to prayerful meditation and guidance from above, she quickly learned to be quite discrete with her gifts of the flesh and her personal vow to use them not for her own pleasure but in the service of the Church (not that Sister Mary didn't find rewards in the performance of her duties). As a result of her enthusiasm and success in bringing so many faithful to the the Lord, Sister Mary Atchara's work was nothing short of miraculous in this small, bedraggled village. It was on a windy spring morning that Father Mahara, the 57 year old Priest found the cheerful Nun humming to herself as she put away the fresh bed sheets for the dormitory. Smiling at the site of her, the balding old man pulled his threadbare black cassock straighter, outlining his round, protruding belly. Smiling to her, he felt moved to speak to her, “You know Sister, your service to the Church has been very precious to us all during this past year. Mother Superior is quite pleased with your work and the members of our parish absolutely adore you. Your tireless ...

... dedication to easing the suffering of others is surely a sign from God of the rightness of your calling.” “Helping and saving those lost lambs is the Lord working through me, Father. I couldn't begin to do what little I have without you and the other Sisters here helping me, but I feel so at home here and so happy to serve The Lord in any way I can,” she said humbly, her words make the old priest smile. “I am so glad Sister Mary. It is again your turn this evening to go about the town visiting the parish members and seeing to the needs of those who need our help. I particularly would like you to visit one of our oldest members, Mr Bishal, if you are able. He is quite alone since his wife passed away and it is his birthday; it would be a shame for him to spend it alone,” he said as he took her hand in his own, patting it with affection. “But of course Father Mahara, I will do my best to make my rounds and I will certainly look in on your friend. ” she said brightly. Hearing the shutters bang on the windowsill as the wind gusted outside, Father Mahara and Mary both could see the tree limbs flailing about in the strong gale. Turning to the lovely round face of the Thai nun, Father Mahara produced a shiny set of car keys from his pocket, pressing them into her hand. “Bicycling or taking your moped is far too risky in this weather, my child. Take the Parish car for your work. God bless you and drive carefully, Sister.” Sister Mary Atchara was all grins as she hopped behind the wheel of the ...