He offered to show me so I walked home with him.When we arrived at his house he let me know that his parents would not be home for a few hours so it w...uld just be us and his younger sister, Sarah. I knew about his sister from school. She was somewhat popular for being pretty and a little skinny. She had light almost blonde hair that always clung to her face in places. Her eyes were bright blue and they peeked out through her bangs like a wild animals. I hated to admit it but all of Steve's. "Yep, 'bout year, year and a half. Since Aunt Molly died, I reckon." You've put on some weight. How's that romance going? When you going to marry that Foster girl?" Oh, soon I hope, I reckon. It's up to her folks. They know how we feel. I think they're kind of hoping somebody better comes along, least her father is, somebody that was on their side anyways." She is a pretty little thing." Makes good cornbread and turnovers too," Ned smiled. "Now what'd you come down here for, Uncle Alex? Talk. I could still taste the salty cum of mine on her tongue. Sneha was behind me and started to unbutton my shirt. Every time I tried to say something one of them would shush me, or fill it with their tongues.Ashna rose me, my cock was already started to harden again. She grabbed my hands and pulled me too my feet. Sneha moved behind me and pulled off my shirt. She pressed her erected nipples into my back as her hands reached around and undid my belt and pants. Ashna pulled my pants off and they. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ones. It is not only the teachers who teach. The girls help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It’s partly your fault. You know that, right?”“Excuse me? My daughter being bullied is my fault? How the hell does that work?” exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B talk was getting a bit too cerebral for her liking, and then to be accused of.