She sat and thought about her night, and the two lovers that awaited her elsewhere in the house. She wondered why she was feeling so secure, so safe? ...t was sad to admit, but that wasn't like her. Normally she'd awaken from a first sexual encounter a bundle of insecurities and paranoia, just about as neurotic as you could be without being a sitcom character from New York. It took her time to settle in, to feel like she belonged somewhere, but while this wasn't her place, she felt she belonged. I had finished getting dressed and turned to leave the changing rooms when I saw the English teacher watching me. I think I started blushing because I didn’t know if he had seen anything, only that he wasn’t there when I had checked.I quickly turned away and went to the rest of the maths lesson.Throughout the maths lesson I kept wondering if he had seen me rubbing myself through my knickers. I knew that I had to go to English but wasn’t looking forward to it. When I got there I decided to sit. Her voice immediately catches in her throat as she takes in the goddess of all cows ever in existence.“Well, hey there. You okay?” It is Buttercup, the Morning Milk icon and Belle’s hero. She is all black save for the speckle of white in all the right places. And while not naked, she should be. She is wearing a simply red bra the merely supports her breasts while letting them hang out for the whole world to gawk at. Then there is the matching panties held over her luscious hips by thin strings. M. til 6:30 a.m and the shift would rotate every 3 months. Judy (my wife) was not pleased by this but figured there's not much I could do about it. She said by the time you get home I'll be leaving for work and you'll have to keep mother company while I'm at work, but you'll probably will sleep most of the day.The following Monday I began my shift which left Lillian and Judy at home alone during the evening. Afer a week Judy said it was kind of nice that she and her mom had time together to.