"I'm afraid I got lost." she admitted with a gentle, southern twang. "I was looking for a motel or some sort of lodging. I came here on the bus to mee... somebody and by the time I realized I had been stood up, there weren't any more buses coming. I figured I would find somewhere to stay and catch the next one in the morning but to make matters worse, I left my cellphone on the bus. There wasn't anybody around, or any places open so I just started walking. Thank God you showed up!" With that, she. Her insides were on fire from the alien cum deeply lodged within. Makayla hid herself in the covers and sobbed. When she woke the next morning, A dirty feeling bothered her and she walked to the bathroom down the hall. The lukewarm water cascaded out of the shower head, a heavenly liquid as it poured over every youthful curve, between the valley of her breasts and lower to her bare mound. She dangled a finger inside her moisture. Her juices and the water mingled like a stirred pot. Nothing. OMG, another shot of spunk in the air. One day Nanny was wearing a tan coloured corduroy skirt and a brown jumper. Justin noticed that she was wearing seamed tights and there was a little tell-tale sign of a lacy slip. Was it tights though? Perhaps it was actually classic seamed stockings? Another spunk session as he imagined Nanny taking off her skirt to reveal her silky slip, stocking tops and maybe even a glimpse of silky panties. Spunk!Justin began to realise two things. Firstly, Nanny. ?Are you threatening me, Tim?? ?Never, but I must point this out to you, here and now. The minute you feel like she is getting to you. I want you to stop. Will you do this for me? Please, honey, do it for me?? His voice became soft, almost like a begging whisper. ?Okay, sweetie, I can tell you are afraid for my life. I promise that if she gets to me I will stop. ?Fair enough, now I think some passionate necking on the couch is in order today.? ?Oh, you do, do you?? She.