"Oops! Sorry about that."I nodded. Not that Machamma did not deserve the insult - she was a lazy busybody, and no one knew it better than she did. She...flaunted her laziness, that woman, and quite frankly, it made my blood boil that she had had the nerve to call my daughter a slut. Neem was as beautiful as anyone could be, and that spoke more of her compassionate and loving nature than her evergreen face or the fantastic structure of her body. A body that I was increasingly becoming very aware. I was able to make sure that my boss scheduled me so that I was able to have the night of the senior prom off and I was able to ask Shayna to go with me well ahead of time and she said yes.The night of the prom was sheer magic as far as I was concerned. Shay and I danced every dance together and once we were the only couple out on the floor when the band played a samba. When the prom was over we hit a couple of after prom parties and at the one at Tim's house Shayna said:"I have a surprise for. She held it up, unscrewed the base and rummaged in her kitchen drawer for some batteries. Loaded, she twisted the dial on the bottom to make it hum, then grabbed a wipe and started cleaning the large phallus. Deliberately, I assume, the motions she made with the wipe were suggestive of a hand-job, and my shorts started to shift under the pressure of my enlarging cock."I've been waiting for this." she smiled, placing the head of the penis shaped vibrator against her lower lip. "I really want to. Pünktlich wie immer.” Zwinkerte die junge Blondine ihm zu. “Ich bin noch etwa ein Stündchen hier, dann habe ich Feierabend.” Manuel nickte leicht. “Alles klar. Irgendwas besonderes heute passiert? Ist Frau Klein gar nicht hier?” Erkundigte er sich. Anna Klein war die Besitzerin der Boutique und seine Arbeitgeberin. Eine schöne Frau anfang 40. Prompt antwortet Melissa ihm. “Frau Klein ist gerade unterwegs, aber sie kommt später wieder. Keine Angst. Wir lassen unseren Azubi schon nicht alleine.”.