‘Oh, Greta, please, no more,’ Daisy begged. ‘No more, please, I don’t like it.’ From where Constance stood, half-choked on a biscuit and fro...en with astonishment, she had the better view of Greta. The cook had one hand firmly holding onto Daisy’s bottom, the other on her cunny with fingers slipping quickly in and out. Her mouth was over the red nub of Daisy’s clitoris and her tongue darted and swirled teasingly around it. She stopped long enough to speak. ‘No falsehoods, Daisy, you know that. I hadn’t gone all the way yet with Teresa but we had begun some nice play.As he told stories about his adventures, I had multiple questions about the things he was getting to experience. He always answered my questions and he seemed to enjoy telling me the details of him fucking Jenny, and all the things that they would try and experience. Jenny was a senior and she was quite a popular girl. She was a cheerleader and was very popular with the guys and girls at school. She had a great smile,. When it was time to leave for the party we departed in one of the hotel’s fleet of luxury chauffeur driven cars, which took us to the venue in the city centre. We were escorted to the function suite and asked to wait until our names were called. It was just the strangest feeling when the usher at the door, who was dressed like someone from a noble eighteenth century household, announced very loudly, “Mr. and Mrs. Michael Davis.” We walked arm in arm into the room and almost immediately we were. .”“No, no. Not you, Tony. Me,” she said. “I must look like a complete tramp to you.” She immediately started fiddling with her buttons and pulling them together. “I am not a cougar. Somehow, I imagined you would see me like you painted those glorious young women I saw at the exhibition. I can tell by your eyes that you just see a trashy old woman. I should have known better.”Clarice gave me a nudge which I assumed meant that I should reassure the woman. What could I say?“Um ... is that how.