I doubt he’d be expecting anything more than a good night kiss.’ ____’Does Cheri even know about this?’ ____’I’ve told her.’ ____’Then...where is she?’ ____’The Ryans’. She’ll be back for dinner.’ ____Felicia laughed hilariously and said, ‘Sure she will. Good luck with that.’ ____He shook his head contemptuously and stalked away. His head whirled with uncertainty. Cheri had threatened to run off to a party at the Ryans’ house, probably to be sandwiched by her ex-boyfriend, Steve Ryan, and his old. The old Abbot touched his hard penis,before putting down his St.Augustine and exiting the confessional.The chapel was quiet and as he walked to where she stood,by the door as directed,he could see what she looked like. She was aged about thirty, had blond,shoulder lenghth hair,she had this pouting look to her face which made her very attractive.She glanced at him and smiled.The old monk could see that she would very easily lead a man astray Her smile was lascivious,the smile of a Harlot,who. He bent and sucked them in turn, milking them with hisbig hands. Then he let a hand down between her legs. The way was easy as she was wearing a skirt."Oh my god," he said, "you're so wet!"He took his fingers to his lips and licked them, then put them into Marie-Anne's mouth. He opened his zipper."Bend over please," he said, showing the table with a sign of the head.She bent over the table. It felt cold on her bare chest. He was teasing her wet pussy with his cock andenterred her hardly but. I'd never been so thoroughly possessed before. I knew he was raping me.No way could it be called regular sex. He might damage me. But deepinside was a feeling that I wanted more. I just had to have more."Get on with it." was all I replied.With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly and that was all my bodyneeded to move on to higher plane of sexual ecstasy. I must have been aquite a sight, my skirt rucked up, sheer nylons laddered, legs heldspread, panties pushed to one side of my open arse.