"I don't want to go." It will hurt too much, she thought. "Yes, you do." Dee had given Lani some time and accepted her excuses for the past two home g...mes. However, it had been about two weeks since Dom and Lani had had their fight, and Dee thought that was quite enough. "You spent good money on those tickets; you can't keep giving them away." "They're mine," Lani grumbled. "I can do what I want with them." She felt every bit as petulant as she sounded. "Have you given him a chance to. It certainly looks like you have an interesting lesson plan for today." I try, Mr. Steelforth, I try. Sometimes a teacher in my position has to put forth a bit of extra effort just to stay ahead of things, if you catch my drift!" I can surely appreciate that, Ms. Wilson. I know that teacher salaries haven't always been as high as they should be."Hopefully she and I were communicating on a level that would go well above little Steven's head. He didn't seem to be following this exchange too. “I guess that we’re shacked up now!” I teased Val as she pushed back eagerly at me in the missionary position.“Did you want to change positions next time?” she asked me now.“Let’s try doggy ... and then you can pick the next position after that,” I told Val as we continued to fuck, “but first, let’s finish this way ... and take a shower.”I didn’t need my mind powers to convince her of that, judging from the way that she creamed herself almost instantly on my cock. I erupted with my moneyshot. "Well, come on then. You can't massage me from over there. Move your chair around the table and I'll prop my feet up." Her eyes sparkle with a wicked joy as he hurries to do just as she says, moving so she can set both her feet comfortably in his lap. His eyes widen and another piece of him expresses great joy as he reads that this particular scent is part of her edible massage oil line. "Oh, did I forget to mention that this one was edible? No matter. Get on with the massage, Simon. My feet.