She reminded me a little of Maria. She wore a pale yellow dress, very much a la mode. She was polite, with beautiful, accented English. Her husband...was a French Diplomat, stationed in Algiers after France had colonised the country. She told me she was seen by many in her country, as a traitor to have formed a relationship with a Frenchman but, she said, he had lifted her from poverty, despite her family’s ancestral wealth which had, effectively, been lost during the turmoil after the. Unfortunately, she couldn’t handle parenting, so off she went. I wanted to do things right. I needed to set an example – for the kids, for my brother, and for the Family Services watchdogs. My business kept me busy, but if I could get the kids past seventeen without a hitch, they would not be subject to relocation again. Sometime after the kids turned sixteen, I witnessed Carl and Maria develop a stronger bond – they were always together. I wondered how they would evolve into the dating scene.. I was making her fall in love with me, or so I hoped. You have to be careful with these young girls,Their not as emotionally mature as one would think. But there is nothing I would ever do to purposely hurt her. As she sat on my bed, she came out and asked,"So what's my lesson today?" I was happy to hear how much she wanted to learn. It's a great teacher that keeps their students intrigued and wanting more. "I'm glad you asked. Because we are going to combine lessons one and two, plus add. Get some towels and a shower curtain and meet me in the living room.”Bob watches her as she gets up to get the stuff Bob requested. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she walks. As she left the room, Bob saw her enormous butt sashaying down the hall. Bob went into the living room, looking into his bag to see if there was anything that could help him make her squirt. It occurred to him that a dildo might do the trick; Bob pulled it out of the bag. Susie came back and put the shower curtain.