The sensation was wonderful for Stacy. There was such a tight fit, the water couldn't get inside. The inner heat, contrasting with the cool water on t...e outside, gave her a special thrill.She'd meant to take it easy and just coast along, letting her passion build until she was on the very verge of orgasm and holding it there. Balanced right on the brink was an exquisite state to be in. In its way, it was almost as much fun as climaxing. She'd discovered that anticipation was nine-tenths of. .."which is something against which I have had a zero percent resistancerecord. It was habitable, but the living room and second bedroom werebare and needed decorating. The latter needed some plastering repairsas well, but I could turn my hand to that. Catherine hated the decor inthe hallway, so that was slotted in at the bottom of the redecorationlist. The consolation was that all these jobs added to the value of thehouse more than the cost of materials.I have my own small graphic design. "There's a good girl," he said, his voice dropping to a deep growl. "Very nice." His eyes lingered on her cleavage, rising and falling in her little white bra. "Thank you, sir," she said, "of course I will do what you ask, within reason."He took off his jacket and put it on the back of his chair, then went over to a cupboard in the corner of his office and unlocked it. She watched nervously as he took something out of the cupboard and came back towards her."Sir, what's that for?" Stand up. Come. Mother continued her questioning by asking if Carol gave a good hand job and I said she had. Then she asked if I thought Carol enjoyed my eating her pussy. I said it sure sounded like it. At that point we arrived home. "Sounds good. What do you plan for after school on Friday?" she asked."Don't know. I will have to talk to Carol," I responded as we got out of the car."You know, if we cleaned up our house a little, neither of us would be embarrassed if you invited her here," mother said as.