I noticed something else as I just knelt on the bed looking at her. Then a sense of calm came over me as I noticed Mom wasn't moving; she didn't have ... look of rage on her pretty face; she didn't even seem to be ready to speak. Instead I noticed that her hand was up her nightgown and she was fingering herself.Boldly, I stood up and walked over to Mom. I took her in my arms and placed my hand over hers under her nightgown adding my fingers to the invasion of her pussy. She was soaking wet! Mom. Reaching down between your legs, I feel your wetness and slide my finger across your freshly shaved pussy. I remove my fingers not looking up from my desk brining my fingers to your lips. "Open". I say flatly. You obey quickly as your heart races. You open your mouth tasting my salty fingers mixed with your juices closing your eyes as you savor the taste. "Keep them closed for me." I say. You lick each finger like it was a tiny cock. The sound of people walking and approaching the door to my. Such a classic move. Jack tried to think straight but all he wanted to do was bury his face in that arse. He had the chance to finally take advantage of his sexy willing student and all it would take is keeping his mouth shut and only £300. His thoughts wandered elsewhere as he imagined what it would feel like to kiss Izzy’s full red lips; what it would feel like to run his hands through her wild curly hair; what it would feel like to have her. His austere thoughts distracted him so thoroughly. .. Junior has already told you to mind your own business,” Tyche said.Bad move, kid. Very bad.“And where is home?” asked the CPA employee.“Sailing Vessel Flint,” and she pointed.“The Marina? You can’t live at the Marina, it’s not an address.” The sailing vessel finally registered. “A BOAT!” she shrieked. “School students can’t live on a boat.”“I’m not a student. I am four,” she held up 4 fingers. “Four and two months. Not five ... five is next summer. 300 days till five. By then, I have no idea.