He had a disappointed look on his face."Come here Bobby," Tim said smiling. "Kathy will be busy for a few minutes. I have heard that to get the most a...d stickiest juice you have to go really deep. She may even need to get her hand in all the way to her wrist. Why don't you help your mom at this end for a few minutes? Sit here beside me."Bobby reluctantly moved to sit beside Tim while Kathy concentrated on getting her fingers into her mom's pussy."Kathy, if you fold your thumb across your palm. (No joke, that was his family name, and it meant, of course, that his students teased him unmercifully behind his back.) On the floor, she noticed a pink lace thong. Picking up the insubstantial undergarment, the wetness of the crotch and its alluring bouquet meant she couldn't stop herself from holding it up to her nose and inhaling deeply. As she basked in the intoxicating aroma, Ariel fell into a daze and slid her hand up under her all too short micro skirt to rub against her own, now. “Well I’m not going to tell you, but I think you’ll like it,” he said. “Come on, tell me what’s in there,” she said. “Nope, can’t do it,” he said. Then it was finished. It was perfect. And she didn’t know what was inside. FRIDAY NIGHT Jennifer arrived home from work in a good mood, ready for a fun weekend. After some dinner and wine, Jim announced that his room project was done and he wanted to show her. She had changed out of her work clothes into a simple, short black dress. They entered the. When he wasn’t working in the garden, he'd sit on a canvas folding chair in front of the carriage house and write on a thick tablet or his laptop. Every once in a while he would look up at us, but mostly he didn’t pay much attention to me and I didn’t pay much attention to him either. To me, he was just an older guy renting our carriage house and we hardly spoke. Sometimes, late at night while I was studying, I'd see him writing or reading and when I’d leave for school in the morning, he'd be.