Dexter and Bobby arrive at 1. By 1:05, Dexter and Mom retire to her bedroom. Bobby looks at me with a creepy grin on his face. I go to the fridge a...d get two long necks. I hand Bobby one and start walking to my bedroom. He follows me so close he invades my space. I down my beer, leave and returned with a second. Bobby just stares, at my breasts, my long skinny legs. He grins. I sit on the bed. He just stares. I stretch pushing my breasts forward pleased that my nipples had. "You seemed to enjoy it."Her lips curled into a sexy grin. "Hmmm." Come here," I repeated.She shook her head. "You're sweaty. I am too. We need a shower," she objected, but didn't move from the side of the bed."I want to talk to you," I pleaded."We can talk in the shower." Come here," I demanded, forcefully.She looked at me. "I'll take that thing before it falls off," she said, sliding the used condom down my flaccid cock.I watched her walk to the bathroom, and when she didn't return, I knew. Then the next day morning i acted as if nothing happened the previous night and prepared breakfast and lunch for my son. Then he woke and saw me and i acted normal so he felt relieved and went to school.I was eagerly waiting for my son’s arrival. the hours was passing like years for me then by evening he came then we both went out for shopping to a mall there i bought a new saree and sexy nighty and some sexy lingerie for future sex with my son then we came back to home after having dinner. There is a lot to discuss about Freemont Academy. This is no ordinary school." As he said this I get a weird feeling that this wasn't a normal school. "Yes," he continues, "This is a very elite school for... different girls, and no I do not mean young ladies with disabilities, I mean ladies with sexual needs. Do you understand what I mean Katrina?" I nod and look down blushing deeply. I understood this was a school for slutty girls to get what they want, but I thought, I'm not a slut?"Ah, I.