.. ah ... disturbance heretoday. Ms. Umbridge was having a bad day - don't we all? - and sheshouldn't have to pay with her career for a brief ... ah ..... attack ofnerves. She'll soon be back in the harness, more eager than ever tohelp pull Blair along to the next grade level."Kirk and Blair duly promised to say not a word at school about the firealarm, police, ambulance or straitjacket. Blair did, it should benoted, cross his fingers as he made the pledge."Ms. Maguire, may I take advantage of. I swear Max was gloating. You know that prideful way dogs scratch at the grass with their back legs? No sign of shame or penitence there.I hit the grocery store just before eight, for maximum choice of steaks, and found some great-looking aged-on-the-bone Angus ribeyes. I grabbed a pair for today and another pair as spares or for the freezer. As well as my usual list (some items for Sunday breakfast and lunch doubled, to feed two), I also picked up some condoms, just to be safe if the day. He asked me if I was a bad girl. I admitted that I sometimes was a bad girl and grinned. Tom reminded me that no one knew I was there and that no one could hear me if I screamed. I hoped he was just trying to get me more excited. He said, "I can I see your ass, it drives me crazy." I stood up and slightly bent over the bar on his boat. He could see just enough. He could see my ass and my vagina underneath my skirt. He put his hands on my ass and said that it was one of the best asses he had. She opened her thighs, allowing her son to grope her steaming crotch. His fingers plunged into her open pussy and her hot juices poured out into his hand. "Oh wow!" he mumbled. "Hot pussy! Oh Mom!" He worked his hand back and forth between her cuntlips, whipping up a froth. His finger slid into her pussyhole, wiggling, twisting. Alicia thought she'd lose her mind. She wriggled, groaning as her youngest son clutched at her saturated pussy. He pulled his hand away suddenly and.