" No Mistress...I'm sorry. Please continue."She pulled her fingers out and brought three to my mouth. "Better keep going then."I could smell ass on th... fingers, but I opened my mouth, and licked them again.She smiled. "Now you are starting to get it."She pulled the three out and, again, jammed them ruthlessly deep into my already sore asshole. This time I managed to avoid any sound."Very good, my pet. And look, your little dicklet is getting hard . See, you might have what it takes to be a. .. so I figured I should do my daughterly duty and help us both out. What harm could there be in that? All I had to do was let Dad know I wasn't the sweet little thirteen-year-old virgin he thought I was, and that I wouldn't mind some of what mom was missing out on.I'd been thinking about him a lot while masturbating, wondering what his big cock would feel like sliding in and out of my poor neglected little cunny. I just needed the right moment to get his attention and let him know I was more. The young lad casually pulled up his underwear and pants and left.Robert was interested in the student but more interested in the young lad. He now was thinking that this kid did this often if anyone was interested. So he followed him to his house noting the address. Across the street was a tram stop with a bench. He sat on it a long enough time to note the arrival of a working-class mother and father. Both looked overworked, stern and unforgiving.Robert worked out a plan for both of them. He. Sparks flew through me from my toes to my ears. I gasped again into her mouth and she returned my breath with her own gasp.“Oh, my God, Lindie,” I told her as I separated our lips and looked into those eyes I had missed for all of those years. “How I have missed you. How I have missed growing up with you. How I have missed being your friend. How I have missed you ... everything.”Lindie nestled her head on my shoulder and whispered to me, “I’ve missed you more!”I started to counter her statement.