.. yes ... I guess so," he said.He was still holding her foot to one side, and his eyes still darted back and forth from her frowning face to her priv...tes. She tried to close her legs, and he let go."I think I can do it by myself now," she said, trying to decide why she didn't feel as angry about him peeking at her as she thought she should."Oh ... all right," he said."And stop looking up my dress," she barked."Sure," he said, blushing.But the fact was that, as she climbed down the rest of the. "I promise, dearest. This weekend there are the races, andfather is sure his horse will win and he will be in such a goodmood! That will be the time!" ************************************************************ Saturday night, so much has happened! Lycus Ohara, father ofonly child Scarlett, dead of a heart attack the moment his arabianwon the Peaches Cup! The plantation was in shock as Ashley trying to comfort the distraught Scarlett. His never having gotten her father's permission to. Under the hot water, Lee daydreamed about his paramour for the evening, Therese. Ah, Therese, my lovely, with the nipples no bra is thick enough to hide, he thought. He pictured her in his imagination, a petite natural redhead with a cute face bejeweled with startlingly green eyes. There was a lot more that Lee appreciated about Therese: her good nature, intelligence, and artistic ability for starters. He’d more than once contemplated the advantages of seeing her exclusively, maybe even. Sure enough, her purple padded bra was hanging on the hook for me. Not being one to disappoint, I coated the inside of both her cups with a thick sticky load and again carefully hung it back up to let any spill. This time when I went past her desk I had to stop for a bit to check her perfect, braless tits through that tight sweater. I could clearly see both of her nipples trying to bust through the fabric as I barely fumbled out the words, “thanks, I hope you like my work”. That smile again was.