While I sat here, grading papers, my pussy tormented, she was watching me while pleasuring herself. It wasn’t fair, but of course, that was the poin..., wasn’t it. It was my own fault.I listened, my heart pounding in my chest, doing my best to continue the job at hand, her actions becoming more and more obvious. A soft moan, the barely heard slurp of her wet cunt, the shifting of feet on the floor, of her ass on the chair, and the occasional bump against the desk. Soon, I didn’t even bother to. Anyway, when she drives herself, she will be conscious that one doesn’t drive and talk on the phone. More likely, she’ll be conscious that old stodgy folk like her dad don’t talk and drive. But you do what you can, and then sweat bullets. But don’t let me dump my worries on you. Where are you?”“Back in my apartment. I’ve done my Christmas shopping.”“You’re early,” he said.“I have to send all of it out of state. My family is splintered hither and yon, mostly yon. And where are you?”“I’m lying in. I remember once how I saw Jacob working in the stalls when Millie came by. He called her over and dropped his overalls, then had her kneel in front of him. I couldn’t really see, but it sure looked and sounded like she was licking and kissing him down there, and then he suddenly cried out and started shaking. Afterwards, she stood up and licked her lips, then kissed him and went back to work. I’ve seen them use those blankets up in the loft a couple of times, too.”“Livvie, I think you. And Mrs. James. Mom's in the kitchen with the Notary." Hi Cindy, it's nice to see you again," my mother said.I smiled at my best friend and followed my parents into the kitchen.As we entered the kitchen, Mrs. Meyer rose and walked to my mother andgave her a hug, an embrace of my father followed next. She looked at meand gave a little wink."Amanda, I'm so excited about all this," she said, finally hugging metoo.I wondered why she was so giddy, and why I was suddenly, Amanda? When myparents read.