She was slightly built and her breasts, still bare and on display, were perfectly rounded little apples, slightly upturned towards the peak and with h...rd nipples on the tips. That was as much as I could tell in this light. I realised I was staring and I turned my head, flushing red as I felt my cock beginning to harden."Fuck Scott, that's great. She's just been raped and you're staring at her tits as if you're going to take up where those two bozos left off."I knew a fair amount of Gaelic from. CeCe made very few mistakes in her life, no one with as much money as she had could afford to make very many mistakes and still keep their fortune, but her one failing in this life had been in marrying her husband, J. Burdock Williamson. He was a closet drunk, a whoremonger and his various dalliances continued to cost her well over two million dollars a year. It wasn't that CeCe couldn't afford to give him the money, quite the opposite in fact, a couple of million dollars to CeCe didn't mean. Emily came out and jumped into the front seat next to me. “Ready to get our men back, Emily?”Emily was smiling, and I could tell she was as excited as I was, “I can’t wait to have them home for the summer. I really miss that brat of yours.”“I miss them both for different reasons. Now I want you to behave yourself in the back seat with Brian. I don’t want a repeat of last year.”Emily didn’t sound a bit repentant, “Was it that bad?”“No, I guess not, but I would like to get home before taking our. This was an understatement – Mr Roberts was a cold, unsympathetic hard-ass and there was no love lost between himself and Amy. But this year she would show him she could act, really act and she would get an A grade for drama A Level, even if it meant doing every resit under the sun. Grabbing some toast, she stepped out of her front door and banged it behind her, before wincing and wishing she had taken some paracetomol for her headache. School wasn’t far from her house so she got there with.