After searching the house trying to fine daddy and TJ however, they were no where to be found, I ran upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Standi...g under the hot water the memories of the night before came rushing back. I thought about being with Lily, and how good her body felt as we explored each other. I knew that my first time fucking Lilly, would not be my last. Lilly was turning into such a sweet little sex kitten. I thought about watching Lilly and TJ, and what a beautiful sight it. Not daring to leave the cellar, I concentrated on Greta von Gelding. I had seen her through the window the night I’d arrived. Her beauty was a beacon drawing me to the dimly lit room. Despite the danger, I had to stop to admire her. The three days between that fateful moment and my finally having her, seemed like an eternity even to me. How could she have become so beautiful in just nineteen years? I hovered at the window, staring. She was kneeling beside her bed, saying her prayers. The long. "Seems fine," I tell the phone, then to the girl, I ask, "Not too tight?"She shakes her head, but looks confused. She is trying not to notice my hand, I think. The one cupped around the plumpness of breast. I hold it with a soft but firm grip. "Cindy says they're not too tight, ' I tell the phone, as I give her breast a gentle squeeze as if to test its ... texture? Weight? (Who the fuck knows!) If her butt was deliciously firm — and it was — believe me, it was! — then her boob is best described. I asked Bob about it and he suggested that maybe one of the other teachers had dropped by as well. My level of concern went up when I found three strangers in the house but I figured they must have been concerned students that had dropped in. The youngest one grinned like an idiot when I asked Susan about why they were there. The oldest one was a boy who looked about sixteen and seemed to be in charge, whispering something to the younger of the two girls. I'm not sure what he said, but she.