Mrs. Winthrop was a very different story. Mrs. Winthrop wore glasses, was tall and nerdy looking. Her black hair was braided in a single tight rope th...t hung below her shoulders. Her clothes were on the conservative side but her politics weren't. The first time we met, we got into a violent argument about socialism. I tried to be neutral but her extreme views got my adrenaline flowing. The thing is, Mrs. Winthrop's daughter was one of the best students in my class, a straight 'A' student. Like. I called Vanessa, told him he had arrived, and set up his laptop and webcam and went online. I went into Yahoo where I knew my friends would all be hanging out, and told them to watch my cam, and to invite as many people as they could think of to watch too, boys and girls. I also set my Yahoo to automatically accept any request to view the camera. Then I opened the door a bit and waited for Vanessa to arrive. As soon as I saw her coming, I told dad to get out, dry himself off slowly, shave his. She was very stimulated from such a close encounter with a male who was actually in the next room. She reached down to her crotch and stimulated herself quietly to get to sleep.Her resident was very much the gentleman and got quite busy with classes so she saw only a limited amount of him during the week and even Saturday as he adjusted to this new world. She made him promise to spend Sunday with her and he was delighted with the invitation. He was not Christian so she didn’t try to take him to. "Well Miss Jones, tells me that you tried to tell her that you were meHeather Kemper - the Mommy, in school to day. She thought it so cute, she had to tell me and also you needed a father to identify with so you would grow up to be a proper, well adjusted man. Well, you know youwere naughty don't you. I told you not to tell. Didn't I?"The boy nodded, crying."You now what happens to naughty boys, don't you TOMMY?" Yes, Mommy, please don't spank me!" he was really crying now."But I have to,.