The men shake hands and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smiles and winks on the way out.Jones and Collins continue to talk for a few minu...es by the conference room door. They look serious and glance my way a couple of times.Finally, Mr Jones comes over to my desk. “Brittany...can we have a word in my office?” He looks serious. I wonder what could be going on!“Of course Mr. Jones” I reply, and follow him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and Collins closes. I used to look at the girls and female teachers at my old school and have naughty thoughts but I knew I sometimes sneaked a look at other boys’ cocks in the showers. ( In the 70’s in rural England no one talked about bisexuals)I just thought I was odd. I was happy not to do Rugby or any other sport and it sounded like I would be helping others which sounded great.Saturday came round. My friends had not told me what voluntary work was but some had left with the Rugby teams and others went off to. .. Babe?" Your voice is gravelly and the words seem to stick in your throat. "Because I want to have some fun with you first," I reply huskily, spreading my vulva with my left hand before fingering my clit, uncovered from its tiny hiding place. "Can you see how badly I want you?" I ask breathlessly, my fingertips tracing the line of my slick slit before applying more pressure on my swollen bud. The tops of my thighs are sticky and glisten as more pussy juice dribbles between my fingers. "Can’t. " I turned around in her arms and kissed her. "Do me a favor my love, and get dressed for them. It strikes me a rude to greet your parents in just a bathrobe." But I never worried about that at home." she pointed out."Ah, my dear, that was at your childhood home. Now, this is your home. And you are the hostess about to receive guests." I paused to let that sink in. "What would Ariel do?"She kissed me lightly on the chin. "You are right," she said. "I have to get used to acting like a wife and a.