Where bad choices make good stories
When I was in Catholic school from 4th-8th grade we had a nun who assisted in the library named Sister Mary Helen. She, too, had humongous tits, which she would plop down on the desk in front of her to take the load off her back. We changed her name slightly, called her Sister Hairy Melons.
I had an aunt who was a Catholic nun named Sister Mary Helen. We also called her Hairy Melon. This was Ohio in the 60's?
I have a sister that's always had hairy melons - and she's 60!!This is getting spooky!