”I did as she asked and then, to my utter amazement Miss Ferguson undid the button at her waist and, with a little shuffling dance she eased her bea...tiful black pencil skirt down over her hips and off her feet. She hung the skirt over her chair. I had always assumed that Miss Ferguson wore tights. Not so! Black hold up stockings with darker lace tops complimented frilly black French knickers. She slid these down, daintily stepped out of them and folded them neatly onto her desk.I hadn’t. He turned to me and replied are you crazy. I said yes I am for you and he come to me smooched for a long time my lips were swelling and then he took me on bed and opened my top without any shy and stared sucking my nipples as if a hungry baby. He opened my pant and panty at a time and showed his monster to me omg it was huge and hard. I was very nervous he said wait I will apply oil to you won’t hurt.I was just staring at his monostrophe opened and a packet of condom and he was dressing his. It was saturated. She looked down at the still hard thing before her. Some of her son’s sperm leaked down the shaft. She couldn’t help herself. She bent down and licked it up in one deft move. She straightened and stood up.“There, now. Tomorrow you can go find a girlfriend.” She held the towel away from her body. “I’m going to go put this in the laundry.”Sam leaned back and looked up at his ceiling. “You’re the best, mom. Whatever you say.”“Goodnight, honey.”“Goodnight, Mom.” Sam heard the door. None of the girls had seen Susan, who was surprised to be brought tea in bed. She wondered at the slightly odd taste, but assumed it was just the different water. The tea was laced with a phenothiazine normally used to control the behaviour of a violent psychotic; Susan drifted into a hazy existence where she felt unable to worry or make meaningful decisions. She was served meals in her room. Actually, she had to be fed, escorted to the en-suite bathroom, bathed and dressed ... she lost all.