.even though I was wearing a garter belt and stockings under the sheets! She told my Daddy that she couldn't sleep and that she was going to do some l...undry. You wanna talk about almost getting caught with yer hand in the cookie jar ;-)Soon, I was dressing in full drag for my Daddy every morning...hose...heels...wigs...makeup and everything. And I always did what Daddy said ;-) Usually, I would freshen up after my session with Daddy and I would walk across the street to Ashley's house while it. The Headmistress gave me a mad look, but resumed."Now, you will be instructed by Mr. Neel, on how to read, write, and sing music. We already know that you have a beautiful voice, but it needs training. You, Ms. Carroll, will be in class with him three nights a week..." Nights?"She gave me a stern look, and sighed, shaking her head."Ms. Carroll, you do understand that this is still a school, right?"I nodded and looked down."Good. You will still receive an education, taking regular classes in. Once again I knew what he was feeling. He was pumping his hot load of creamy cum deep into my wife’s pussy. I shot another load into my boxers. Everything seemed to slow once more. Each time his cock would slide out of her pussy I could see if was coated with a creamy mixture of their cum. I could tell by his reactions each time he would pump another load into her pussy. I counted four or five such reactions. Finally, he stopped thrusting and began to slowly pull his drained cock from my. ’ ‘Sure, but you won’t mind if I call my brief first and then get dressed will you?’ I called my solicitor, who wasn’t best pleased to be called at that time in the morning and then I got dressed. As we left the flat, I just happened to notice Mrs Cummings, our local Nosy Parker, watching as we passed her kitchen window. Since her husband passed away some years ago, Mrs Cummings had little else to do but watch the comings (pun intended) and goings of her neighbours. I turned to Doug Collins..