As soon as Camille felt enoughtime had passed for the girl to fully appreciate the reality of her newsituation she put down her magazine and stared at...her until Susan finallyraised her timid eyes. ?Take off your jacket andblouse.? Susan gave the slightest negativemovement of her head. Camille leaned across from her seat and gave her a lightslap on the cheek and then leaned back again. The slap brought forth freshtears but there was fear in Susan?s glistening eyes as well. She thought. She got into the rhythm of grinding her hips when she felt the jolt of his tip hitting her deepest zone and then going back up his length. It was a position and feeling she had never experienced with her husband.“You better believe it, baby,” she said. “This is fucking real.”He sat back and watched his shaft disappear when her wet cheeks bounced on his thighs. Every time his cock came into view, there was more of his mother’s white pussy cream on it.“Aahhnngg,” she moaned at the depth of the. A student hanging out with a teacher? Might not look good for either of us.” It was the best excuse I could come up with.“But there’s nothing wrong with a brother and sister catching up,” she said with a smile. Then she hooked her arm through mine and led me away from the hall.We left the building and I quietly let her lead me to her car, a silver Volkswagen CC. I recalled everything we talked about Friday night, including how she used Magic, and wondered if there was anything I should say at. They certainly seemed to be a little more than just friendly, and that comment about taking her for another spin wasn’t just about riding a jet ski. It seemed deliberate, to wind me up and let her know he’d like to do it again. This time, she had gone too far. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, fuming.A few minutes later, Val knocked on the door. Reluctantly, I let her in.“What happened to your key card?” I asked.“I lost it somewhere.”“Probably at the jet ski shed.” I said.