Jean dressed him in a diaphanous pink silk floral print dress with a halterneck and a mid-thigh length flared skirt. For the next hour Jean taught him...ow to apply make-up and they tried different looks on him. The feminineattention and the mental imprint of the sex he had just enjoyed made himhorny yet again. His anus had not returned to its customary tightness andthis gave him a sense of being 'open' and he thrilled at the anticipation ofbeing filled up. His penis had become hard again and was. Father assured Jane Marie that her mother was well, but tired, and wished to rest that day.Again, he and I divided the day between the fields and the books of accounts. Only Jane Marie and I were in attendance for dinner that night. Ebony informed us that Father and Mrs. Whitfield were supping in the guest house. Our quiet evening alone was enjoyable and a hopeful foretelling of times to come. After dinner, we sat in the porch swing, held hands, and talked until time for bed, which, lamentably,. ‘You must so tired to read my essay after very long day.’ I begin to yawn. ‘Excuse me.,’ I say. ‘I’m tired after such a long day.’ ‘Yes, reading the essay make you tired, maybe even sleepy, but you know my idea there and you can finding it.’ ‘But, Cayla, where…’, I begin. ‘It there teacher. Thank you for your patient. I know you very tired, very sleepy and still you look for my idea. You try help me.’ I yawn again. I take off my glasses and find myself pinching me eyes. This incomprehensible. She stepped in, taking another quick look at my pussy as she walked past me. I shut the door and followed her into the kitchen. Rebbeca was a similar age to me, but had a much fuller figure, nice round arse and at least a 36D chest. I have caught Paul staring at her a couple of times in the summer when she was sunbathing in her garden. I too have been caught staring.Knowing she was checking me out, I took a couple of extra seconds when I reached up to grab a couple of mugs from the cupboard, my.