Then her eyes shifted to the woman in the photo. Nearly twice her age. Socially acceptable. Blond to her brunette. Wise to her novice. Educated agains... her street smarts. Everything she wasn’t. Her smile broadened, widened to the point of pain. She looked up at the cross just above the table and drew a tight breath, forcing the air from her lungs, ‘take care of him…’ She put down the frame, adjusted its position and smoothed the comforter, walked around the bed, down the hall, and out the. However, it was different......it was different because of the approach...normally it would've been a plain old "hi, hello, how are you" lame bull shit that doesn't take the conversation anywhere but directly to the end ending with a "ok, k, yea" or some other lame bullshit. Immediately i googled the word, urban dictionary immediately appeared with a detail definition and even a sentence to provide to me the full under unstanding of the word "An alluring, cunning, or boldly flirtatious girl or. “Ohhh gods yes Trish!” Marie moaned out as her daughter licked her pussy and slipped a finger inside, working her knuckle against her mum’s clit as she brought her to a massive orgasm, Marie’s scent adding to the room as her daughter licked up her juice and worked her finger deeper to scoop out the rest of the cum she couldn’t get with her tongue. Trish orgasmed as she rubbed her own clit and felt the intensity of her mum’s cum splashing over her face, she never knew or even though that Marie. Mr. Pressman was a creepy guy, and all the girls in school spread stories he was a stalker or a pedophile, but he’d always been nice to me from the few times I’d talked to him setting up classes. He did have a funny look in his beady eyes though as he greeted me during lunch into his office.“Lisa, please have a seat,” Mr. Pressman said kindly. After I had sit down in the seat on the other side of the desk he sat near me on the corner of his desk and smiled down at me. “I see you’ve been.