Get your sorry ass out of bed; you and I have some talking to do."I went back into the kitchen, sat down and waited. It took him about five minutes to... collect himself and get to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table across from me. "What the hell is wrong with you Joyce? That ain't no way to be waking me up." Stop your bitching Ryan. I could have, and probably should have, done it with a cast iron frying pan."I tossed his underwear on the table in front. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me sensuously; he then moved my hair from ma neck and removed ma earrings one by one.I could feel his breath on my neck, he moved his fingers on my collar bone softly he kissed my neck. I took his hand and placed it on my breast he pressed it and I hugged him harder he put his hand on ma waist and got rid of ma sari and then the blouse. I was in ma bra and panty now, he touched ma vagina without removing the panty and now he knew I was already wet then. ”“Thank you,” mumbled Abigail, looking at the floor. She was afraid that if she looked into his eyes she would lose control of her emotions.“Maybe I will see you…in the chapel on Sunday,” he went on.“We will both look forward to seeing you there every Sunday from now onwards,” said the Abbess, slightly tartly, as if she did not have complete faith in his good intentions. “Now I think it is time for you to go.”“Goodbye, Abigail, and thank you again,” said Peter. And then he was gone. Abigail. “Yeah I’m fine” said Jake in a half out of breath voice.“Cool” said Aaron who walked down the stairs leaving a cum soaked Jake standing in the hallway.Jake rushed back to the bathroom to sort out his dick pumping out ever last drop and cleaning up the mess he had made in his shorts.As he entered the kitchen where Aaron was sitting he felt uneasy. Aaron kept looking at him in a strange way, staring particularly at Jakes crotch.Had Aaron noticed Jake Cumming in his shorts when he asked if he was.