They all had work to do, cleaning, cooking, bottling and they also had discussion groups. Everyone attended the chapel twice a day."You can stay in th...e Priest's room. It is close to the communal lavatories and wash room."She took me in, and I saw wooden partitioned seated toilets on the left room with four cubicles on each side, eight in all. There were no doors on any of the cubicles. In the right hand room there was a line of hand basins facing mirrors, and on the other side, on the right. All of a sudden I was touching skin. She didn't wear those damn pantyhose. She wore nylons and a garter belt. She just looked at me with a loving grin and said, "I heard you. I know you hate pantyhose. I'm trying to learn, Jim, I really am."I leaned over and kissed her. As I did she removed her hand from mine and I continued up her thigh until my hand covered her panty covered mound. I felt the warmth and gave it a gentle squeeze. I knew a few people saw us. But we didn't care. After squeezing. He saw similar things occur all around the kitchen.All the preparation came to a grinding halt when one of them noticed him and the eels. It was the eels chuffing that did it. Grace was being louder than normal. One of the women turned and stumbled to a stop saying, “oh my” that was enough for the rest to turn and look. A second later Tammy came out of the cold closet still chewing out Kevin. Gran Kennedy heard her and said, “Enough Tammy, we have a guest.” That ended the tirade. His hand slipped up and over her breasts and he groped vainly at her nipples, which were spared his touch by the soaps embrace. She slipped her hands behind her back, she could already feel his erect cock pressing against her back and she grasped at his rigid member. Her pussy was already wet and aching in desire and the touch of his hands on her body only served to amplify her lust. It had been to long since she had felt his embrace and she yearned to have his rock hard cock inside her again.