Surely his mother could see his guilt written all over his face. No, if she did nothing was said. He went to sleep later, with the knickers wrapped ar...und his cock.==========================Next morning Jack was up and about. The normal school routine was fixed into his subconscious and so he was up, washed, dressed and ready. But there was nothing to be ready for. He had his own house key so he took a walk around the locality. A few new houses, some alterations that he noticed, a few cars and. I even actually had a half hour or so to myself."So let me ask you something."I looked up over my book to see a slender, tan island boy holding a tray under his arm. His was wearing a staff uniform with a name tag 'Jhon'. I already had ten, I reminded myself, and anyway, this one lived twelve hours away."Yeah?" How do you do it?" Do what?" You know," he glanced around. "Sleep with all those guys. I mean, I've been watching you guys. It's not like you've got a dildo or something. And when you're. A filthy girl who loves to make men come. You'd take us both right now, wouldn't you?" No…" Yes you would. Think about it. A cock in your throat and one up your pretty, tight cunt. Dirty girls like you love that."Karen wanted to admit that the notion was repulsive, but the truth was, in some twisted way he was right. She was so horny riding the long tail of their previous union, she could have ripped his clothes off and mounted him right then. To hell with decorum. Just cock required.Her. He really was giving my toes loving care. He then carefully placed my toes into sponge spreaders I just sat comfy and let him work away, pouring myself another tea from the pot, not taking much notice as he worked. I almost dropped off to sleep at one point when finally I felt the spreaders being removed. “Finished, Miss, I hope you're happy with them." I stood up so I could take a good look at them. I was absolutely amazed at the end result my toes were perfectly French manicured red to match.