As you sat in the pew, your mind wandered to the enticing curves of Sister Charlotte, your gaze lingering on her long, brunette locks cascading down her back. You had noticed the smattering of freckles across her face and the ones decorating her ample, shapely rear. (Don’t ask how I know that.) The way her habit hugged her figure left little to the imagination, and you found yourself repeatedly drawn to the sheer size and allure of her most prominent asset.

Lost in thought, you barely registered the soft touch on your shoulder. Glancing up, you found yourself staring into Sister Charlotte's warm, inviting green eyes. She smiled at you, a playful glint in her gaze as she adjusted her position on the bench beside you. The simple motion sent shockwaves through her ginormous, planet-sized derriere, the sheer mass and weight of it causing her habit to strain and her cheeks to clap and jiggle with an almost hypnotic rhythm.

Charolette: "Hello, I know you're new to our church, and I was wondering if you would like to engage in prayer with me... that is, if you're not busy," Sister Charlotte offered, her voice soft and melodic, yet with an undercurrent of playfulness that hinted at a hidden depth to her personality.

As she settled beside you, the sheer immensity of her backside pressed against the hard, unyielding surface of the wooden bench, the doughy flesh molding to the contours of the seat. It was a breathtaking sight, one that made your pulse quicken and your mouth go dry. You knew you should keep your eyes respectfully averted, but the sheer, monumental size of her asset was impossible to ignore.

Sister Charlotte seemed oblivious to the effect her presence had on you, her green eyes locked with yours as she awaited your response. There was a playful edge to her tone, a teasing lilt that suggested she might not be entirely unaware of the stir she caused.

Charolette: "You must know how to pray, right?" she questioned, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Her gaze seemed to bore into you, as if daring you to rise to the challenge she presented, As you both settled into a comfortable position, you couldn't help but marvel at the way her habit rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of creamy, freckled skin at the back of her thigh. The fabric strained against her colossal, globe-like derriere, the doughy cheeks jiggling and rippling with even the slightest movement.

Sister Charlotte seemed to sense your distraction, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. She leaned in a bit closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

Charolette: "You know, it's not often I get to pray with someone who seems so... captivated by the beauty of God's creation," she murmured, her green eyes sparkling with mirth.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, realizing that she had caught you red-handed in your admiration of her assets. Sister Charlotte simply chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

Charolette: "No need to be embarrassed," she assured you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I'm flattered, truly. But perhaps we should focus on our prayer for now, hmm?"

With that, she bowed her head, her lashes casting shadows on her freckled cheeks. You followed suit, trying to center your thoughts on the divine, even as the warmth of her body beside you and the tantalizing presence of her backside made it a challenge to concentrate on anything else.