He liked that--he liked me. I took my hand off his thigh to shift down again, but turned to smile at him. He was clearly flushed and thinking hard--th...ugh I don't think he was thinking clearly. I put my hand back on his thigh--a little further up this time. "What do you say? Eh?" I gave him a squeeze and he jumped. "Fuck," he said, under his breath, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I put the car back in third gear as we accelerated then put my hand back on his thigh. I saw a lay-by approaching and decided. A couple secret mistresses on the side. Whether he knew I tended towards monogamy, having had only three love affairs in my life, one lasting over twenty years and the other ending when high school ended, his constant flow of girlfriends might suggest another way of rebelling. A beautiful blonde he brought as his date that night had no problem wandering through the crowd of familiar faces--rock and movie and cultural stars--when he abandoned her.Hidden in some guest bedroom, Henry closing the. It was still pretty early and there were only a few students about making their way to their classrooms. Dad escorted me into the office with a smile. I saw that the school secretary Mrs Donnal was in, and she scowled at me as I entered, being one of those people that just seems to hate everyone."Caught one of the little blighters up to no good already, Mr Jones?" she spat, eyeing me with disgust."Actually, this is my daughter. She's just finished going through MORFS and I'm just here to fill. Our conversation was comfortable, yet formal. Perfectly civilised to any of the numerous people watching or walking by. And they were watching. She is a milf. A very pretty blonde one at that. Who dresses to accentuate her assets. And they are wide hips and huge tits. E cups on her short frame, in a figure hugging dress look larger. Much much larger. I ensure I ignore them and make no comment at all on her appearance. It makes no difference. She is getting fucked regardless. But her appearance.