He tapered off the strokes and then resumed, bringing him closer and closer to cumming. He stopped completely when he heard her on the stairs. There w...s no more room down his pants, so he tried covering the proof of his delirious excitement with the bottom edges of his shirt, only a partial success. She stood behind him, behind the couch. ‘Jim,’ she said. For some reason he kept facing away from her. Was it shame? He didn’t think so. He liked the feeling of her hands when they rubbed his cheeks. It was seriously educational! She also knew some of the secret things about people she knew, but she would never tell. She considered writing a book one day, just hide all the names to protect the guilty, like Mr. and Mrs. Stevens.Before she first met them, she thought they would look like that couple from the old TV show about the witch who married a regular guy. But the reality was very different. Mr. Stevens was older than his wife and looked at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. Mrs.. Sari and I kept looking at the two of them, waiting for the obvious explanation, but they just waited for the Chinese food to be sorted through.Everything stayed quiet as we ate, eventually I told Dad about Jeff Miller and Daniel McCovey coming in. He thought my explanation was very clever, as he also thanked us for the Chinese food.After dinner, up in my bedroom, Sari and I worked on her test-taking skills. I taught her some of my self-taught techniques, and she rapidly improved. She then read. Her dress accentuating every nuance, every luscious curve of her body. With her thick, black hair French braided in one long braid and no make-up except for a little mascara, Maria was absolutely breathtaking. Her body and her innocent, childlike demure, brought out the demon of lust in every male there.It was a Friday night at the restaurant and Maria was running back and forth hurriedly. Trying to keep track of the orders. The other waitress scheduled to work with her had called in sick and.