"OK now show me where it feels good." Leah requested again.Lauren placed her pointer finger on the top of her clit and spread her legs. "Right there... Well that is your clit Lauren. Didn't you take health in high school?" Leah asked, amused at the lack of her daughter's knowledge. "We learned what it is... but not about what it is there for. We didn't talk about these things because they were too personal." Lauren was beginning to be less hesitant about the situation. "It's one of your many. It also kept her busy, so that she didn't dwell too much on how silent the house had suddenly become.Peter had spent the last few evenings out with Amanda; who had been extremely upset to learn that her young escort was being sent away for a couple of weeks. She had been determined to see as much of him as possible, before he left, and Peter seemed just as keen to spend time with her...But now he had gone, and Miranda, for the first time in ages, was truly alone...The evening was quiet and. She smiled as she said this. Her perfectly applied red lipstick sparkled under the overhead florescent lighting."Yes, Miss Cohen." I stammered."Helene. You can call me Helene." She grinned a sly grin as she spoke."Yes Helene." I said, trying to be calm as I took the folder from her soft, delicate hand.I felt a stiffening in my trousers like an I-beam being extruded at a steel mill. I held out the folder to block what I knew was a bulge I couldn't battle.Helene just smiled again with those. Oh yes,” and following a little wince, “Ahh, that hurts but it’s good. Mmmm, don’t stop.” And as I could feel her relax she said, “Your hands feel marvellous. They know exactly how to do the right things for me.” This time when I stopped, again after about twenty minutes, my cock was fully hard, straining against my jeans. “There. How’s that?” “Mmmm. I haven’t felt this good all week.” She turned partly to me again, and I saw her eyes look down to the long lump my cock was making down my.