When she came out, she casually stepped into my office.I again quickly apologized for my lewd behavior.“That’s okay,” Rachel replied. “You int...igue me.”“You intrigue me as well,” I replied.“What about me intrigues you?” Rachel asked.“All of you,” I answered.Rachel chuckled and said, “Well, we’ll have to figure out what intrigues you the most, someday.”She proffered a wink and quickly left my office.I snuck back to the kitchen and watched as Rachel sauntered back to her chaise lounge and onto. He went up behind her and mashed his stiff aching cock on her ass, grinding it in that big soft butt. He ran his hands up to her breasts and rubbed and squeezed the big jugs. "My dick's as hard as a rock," he rasped, hunching it on her rump. "Oh Daddy, umm, ohh," she breathed out huskily. He pulled her ass down and entered her pussy from behind. He groaned with lust as his hard throbbing prick plunged into her warm damp snug quim. "Oh yeah, goddamn, sweet fucking cunt," he hissed as he jammed. “It was your mother who named you.” I turned and kissed Mimi. “She had the insight and wisdom to give you the name of the girl who most resembled you, and of the woman who freed slaves.”‘Coromandel’, Grantham. May 24th 1832.Mimi, Claudette, and the girls stopped off at the Allens’, where Jean-Woodrow, or John as he is known in Grantham, lived during our absences. It was to be surprise for him when he returned from the King’s School to find his siblings and mother awaiting him. However, it was I. Missy took in some air, scrunched up her face and slowly approached him. Then all by herself, she leaned across the lap and awaited her chastisement, hoping her short skirt covered up what was important. She hoped it would offer some small protection. She got comfortably balanced, hands on the floor in front and feet straight out behind her. Her feet were out, rather than on the floor, as Perkins kept his right leg about a foot off to the side. He preferred it this way as he had his target just.