“I heard you took care of Mrs. Minx the other day.”I stiffened, my dick fully hard, straining against my panties.“Yeah, she mowed the lawn for m... mom,” Jasmine said, browsing through another rack. “Ooh, this is cute.”“Yes,” Ms. Evans said. “She told me that you were very ... satisfying.”I swallowed. I coached my voice low. “You ... know...”My former teacher winked at me, my dick aching, throbbing, pulsing in my panties. I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Minx would tell anyone about me. Didn’t she. "Thank me later," Sarah said with a wink.**Sarah was tending to Hope's bruised face. Her nose was thankfully not broken, the punch had just caused it to bleed badly. The big problem was the bruise on her cheek."If mum and dad see this, they're going to go mental," Sarah said."Yeah, and they're back in a couple of days, too," Hope said, sadly. "It won't go away in that time." All you can do is cover it up as best you can," Sarah said. "Foundation will do for anyone seeing it from a distance.. She was the spinster of the family. And when my mother returned, after the divorce, Sally had gotten her a job keeping the books at the hardware store across the street. Mother and I lived in a small house at the very edge of Jericho. That suited me just fine; I would spend hours by the river, watching the current go by, and wishing that I was back in DC, where things were actually happening once in a while. My radio, a big heavy "portable" monster that sucked the life out of six "D" size. As we sat on the bed she caressed my body and kissed me on the mouth, something streetwalkers seldom did. She sucked my cock, taking her time, caressing my balls, complimenting me on the size of my equipment. I was horny as hell, and quickly hard as a rock. She worked a condom onto my shaft, then lay back on the bed and opened her legs. I could hear the television in the next room, two people talking in there, through the thin walls. That made it all the more exciting. I settled between.