The following happened when I was 25. At the time, I was teaching in a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite thin hair, and I’ve been told I have very beautiful breasts and a pierced ass. I’ve seen a lot of men look at my butt, even when I’m dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also tall enough… 5 feet 10 inches.
On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school on a visit to the National Gallery of Art in downtown Washington DC. We were visiting out of town, and we arrived the night before. We arrived early… after waiting for the opening of the museum, we proceeded to what I always considered the “start” of art - the exhibition of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Virgin, Christ, apostles or saints were my inspiration for childhood.
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