A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into ...he clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister and Mother arrived home, I was fully made up, perfumed, all my nails painted and with supper ready. If. In your travels have you seen anything we might use?" Not really. There is a rather unusual vessel you might by some stretch of the imagination call a freighter anchored off the scrapyard in Gorgipest. It's a prize apparently condemned by the Admiralty but no one wants her. No one has claimed her either and I know for a fact that notices were sent out of her capture to at least Bhute and the southwest and to the USW. Word is they'd give her away if someone would take her away — seems she has a. After I had put my cock back into my shorts I crept back downstairs and cleaned up in the washroom. Nikki came down a few minutes later looking as if she could barely walk washing her hands beside me. I swear before she put her hands under the water I got a whiff of her pussy as she stood beside me. We didn’t say anything to each other, other than her asking me for the soap. After we had finished we both went to bed in our rooms leaving mom on the couch. That night I dreamt of having sex with. She put her hands under my arms and lifted me onto her desk. I was surprised her thin arms possessed so much strength. She took the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my tummy. I lifted my arm obediently, letting her strip my shirt off. I shuddered as she undid my bra and threw them both underneath her desk. My nipples were sensitive to the cool air in her office. Her hands cupped my tender breasts, lifting and separating them. I moaned as she spread her fingers apart and pressed them.