"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked in astonishment."No idea!" she giggled. "From my grandmother?" Did she teach you?" Nope. It must be heredit...ry."Steven laughed. She had dispersed the earlier intensity of feeling with maturity. He marvelled at her.Three days later Helen rang and asked to speak to Becca. She thanked her for being instrumental in bringing the evildoers at the home to justice, telling her that they had all been remanded in custody, bail having been turned down. She would. ‘What do you think?’ I stood there dumb struck but as I didn’t resist or sayno, he took that as a yes and put his other hand up thefront of my top and squeezed my breast. Well you knowhow turned on I get when my breasts are played with. Hecould see this and just moved me over to the table andlaid me face down across it with my feet still on thefloor. He raised my skirt to my waist and spread myfeet slightly apart. He inserted a finger into my pussyand my juices just poured. It was, but I hadn’t decided that in time, and now I’d have to go to the next exit and turn back. And I was already running late for getting to that interview. Darn! It was great that Helen had gotten me this interview. She’d always been the steady one. We’d been inseparable through seminary, where we were both preparing to be ministers of education, but then Helen had sailed steadily toward the harbor, and I’d had to row double time just to stay on the surface of the water. ‘You’ll never make. As my cock went half inside her, she shook her buttocks making my cock slipping out of her tunnel. She stood up and began to retreat backward still facing me. I tried to grab her but she managed to evade me laughingly.She looked as if she was trying to save herself from my attempt to stab her with a dagger. I too stood up and advanced towards her. She reached the corner of the walls preventing further retreats.As i reached her, she separated her legs and thighs showing her pussy in a crouching.