Richard glanced at me, looked away, then turned his head back quickly, a classic double-take like a cartoon character. His eyes widened.“What was I ...aying?” he asked.“You said to make sure Deb was in bed by ten,” I replied.I stretched, pulling my arms back and pushing my boobs out. I wasn’t that subtle, I guess. I wanted Richard to think about me at home when he left for the evening.While he was out, I did homework and played a bit with Deb. We both watched a little TV. I made her do her. Shegot to me, I guess. I got all upset and started to cry. Molly saidshe had to be extra polite to me - to us both -- for the rest of theday. She has to call us 'Miss Bridget' and 'Miss Jessie' and curtsyand act like she's our lady's maid." She giggled. "I wish I couldthink of a way to make it permanent."Laura smiled, but only politely. "I'm just glad nobody had mecurtsying and gushing when I was a convict," she said.* * * * *"Congratulations, Milt," Davy Kitchner said. "I guess _you're_. I couldn't wait and tugged his jockey's down. His cock sprang out, a very nice long, hard circumcised shaft I might add. I bent forward and wrapped my hand around it and tugged. He took a huge breath and then another. "She, ..." another breath, "never looks ... at it." I rubbed harder."Let's go into the bedroom," I said, and he followed my naked ass down the hall. I pulled the covers off and laid on my back on the sheets. "Get between my legs," which were wide open again. And when he did, "Kiss. My tongue wrapped around the head, then licked up and down the shaft, my hand in constant contact. My lips closed around the head, I hummed gently and felt him pulse. With just the head in my mouth, I wanked his shaft in time with the rubbing motion I was making on my clit. I was ready to cum. I could feel it bubbling up, from my lower stomach down to my pelvic floor, the pressure built and built. The feeling centred about an inch inside me, just behind my clit. With my mouth wrapped around.