The Nun's Story

Horse-Drawn Coachman Naughty

It's a funny story told by my sex grandfather who got behind the story of his own Big Daddy.

Sister Anne has just arrived from Manila to the sleepy town of Sariaya. It was then looking for a ride motor-cart back to the convent - her house, which is located in a remote area, about four miles from the transportation terminal.

As nightfall approached, sister Anne, who was apparently concerned about the dark threatening, forward a bargain with the driver alone in the terminal, as she begged for a ride. "Mr. Coachman, could you take me to the convent with your car in horses? I'll pay more than the regular fare for me to arrive!" nun barter. "I'm sorry my sister, my horse was already tired and I'm going home," asked the driver off. "... And it's too dangerous for us to travel in this area especially at night because of frequent observations of some rebel!

Sister Anne, however, was very insistent. She had to return to the convent probably the night before if it has no place to spend the night. "Mr. Coachman, please, I'll give you further advice or anything you just want to help me go home. When she answered the coachman had a sudden random thought - a thought unpleasant effect.

He turned to Sister Anne and pushed his proposal. "Okay, my sister, if that's what you want I'll give you a ride on one condition." "Yes, sir the check, what is it?" She says fervently. "For Each pet my horse while on your way home, you'll have sex with me! " "Oh, my Lord!" cried her the sign of the cross. "Well, say no more about my sister, if you do not like the idea that we have nothing to talk about! I'd better go home now! "" Oh, wait! Wait! Yes, sir the check, I agree now! "She expressed hope but sadly muttered:" Its only four miles and I hope the horse will not blow up while we're on our way. "

And, my sister Anne, and the driver traveled by horse-drawn carriage and carried one mile, two miles, traveling three miles. And the horse did not fart. There was one more mile left to reach the destination of Sister Anne and she was very happy that the horse does not seem to have signs of indigestion.

After reaching a half-mile from the exit is, the horse suddenly burst into a single puff, and the driver turned his head, smiling Sister Anne. "My sister, my horse farts already!"

Sister Anne is so afraid of sexual understanding, but had to yield to the agreement. And yes, they had sex during the fast and carriage.

As the basket continued its journey, the horse farted again, and he has from time to time .. and the two had sex together again and again. A horse flatulence successive ironically emerged as they came near the house of Sister Anne. The wind past horse repeatedly, but the driver did not even lift a finger. He did not even talk to the nun as if he had ever heard.

Partially reversed, Sister Anne said: "Hey, Mr. Driver, your horse farted several times, and perhaps you never noticed!

The poor driver replied vaguely, "I'm more concerned about this horse pest! He would rather die by softer stool!

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