Abigail had been kissed by boys before, before she entered the convent, but it had never felt like this. Her whole body was trembling, the moment seem...ng to last forever, but then an image entered her head of Mother Clare, and she pulled away.“I have to go,” she stammered, “They’ll be wondering where I am. But…that was nice.”“Oh Abigail,” blurted Peter, “I… “But she was gone before he could finish.~~~~~~As she hurried across to the chapel for compline, Abigail’s mind was full of conflicting. He knew who I was as soon as he heard my name; I never had to say more than my name to anyone official in Washington anymore.I explained that I was going to his home country, that I needed my bodyguards and that I as well as my family would be carrying personal weapons. After all of the attempts on my life and the fact that there was still a bounty on my life, I made it a requirement.I also explained that the reason for the trip was to look at a secluded piece of property for a family getaway.. You looked fabulous when you went. The black see through panties clinging to your body, your freshly shaved pussy and mound raised, stretching the material taut. I so wanted to lick and lap at its entrance. To taste the nectar it held but alas no. My arousal heightened by your refusal.You covered your breasts in the matching basque and slipped the sheer nylons up your legs and fastened them. The dress hugged your figure as your dirty blonde hair came to rest on your shoulders. The white pearls. . uh Mrs. Peggy Whitely and one of the guys going with her to the Chicago conference are thinking of hooking up... and you could say that would... mmmmmnnn... let's say call the company's policies into question... well, the effectiveness of those morality clauses. They really should be prohibiting such a thing..." Got it," Brad said with alacrity. "When does Peggy leave?" Three hours," Kyle replied."Plenty of time," Brad said. "You don't want her to go?" Nope," Kyle answered. "She had a pack of.