It helped that she was getting laid regularly with Mr. Jones. Watching Mark suck on Justin's cock poolside was turning Mrs. Peterson on, and she absen...mindedly slid her hand up her thigh while she watched the boy's lips and tongue swirl and encircle Justin's erection. Watching his foreskin sliding up and down and watching him tease his nipples and writhe in the chair definitely had her worked up. She was about to excuse herself to go inside and have Mr. Jones fuck her when she saw him walk. I wasn't so worriedabout getting kicked off Miss Stevens' rehabilitation programme - 28years of prison was beginning to seem preferable to a year of this.Besides, it was 5 words about 2 colours - how hard was it going to be tomake up as I went along?"Yes, Josh?" Miss Stevens asked expectantly, leaning forwards. "Drinkyour tea, please - it'll help you relax and open up your mind." I reachedacross and grabbed the mug, sipping down a piping hot mouthful of berrybathwater."Well, white... makes me. " You don't need to, son. If you are sitting in a chair, just lean forward a little, so your backside is free. That'll do it. I can't find anything missing in your crystal ball, but we'll postpone making it permanent, until I've had a go with it. Is that OK?" Sure, dad. We'll meet sometime tomorrow evening in Milano. I guess I shall not have to call you!" Bright boy. I'll keep an eye on you during your negotiations. Maybe I can pick up some information which might help you. See you later."In. Tommy stepped inside the garage and hung the broom up on the wall. He turned to find his aunt had followed him. ‘Do…do you think I’m wrong?’ she asked, sniffling a little. ‘Doing what I’m doing.’ Tommy shrugged. ‘I think you have to do what you have to do, Aunt Karen,’ he said. ‘It’s…it’s scary…’ his aunt murmured, then she began to cry. ‘I-I haven’t been alone in a long time.’ Tommy stepped forward, took his aunt in his arms, and held her as she cried, trying to comfort her. Her tears dampened.