Andso few mistakes make when you did them...well except for the one on Mondaynight where you seemed to rush it and made eleven bad entries. What wasgo...ng on slave? Was something else distracting you?" she asked.Tom turned crimson again. "She knows what I was doing. Oh my god sheknows," Tom thought. "How could she possibly know?"Tom was about to panic when Princess Dee continued. "Let me guess slave.Did you have the football game on? Is that what was distracting you? Iswear that TV is going to. He slid his hand up my dress too, and was excited to feel my pussy, with no panties on. He began to feel me and you know what he said? He said he knew I wasn't wearing anything under my dress by the way it clung to my body, and he had promised himself that given the chance he would get his hand between my legs! As he touched me, you know what he kept telling me? He told me he wanted to fuck me. He said he wanted to take his cock and slide it between my thights, deep inside me, and he wanted to. She was a little cold, and draped a blanket on her. She picked up the book and read on about the sexual performances taking place. Again feeling a great deal of horniness put her hand in between her crevices, and spreading her legs for more access. She rubbed the sweet, virgin spots and rubbed all over for the release to happen. Christie put a finger in her tight hole, and felt more of the lubricants she produced inside. She brought her finger back up and decided to ravish the nub that gave her. ‘Yes,’ she continued crisply, setting her teacup down. ‘Class of sixty-one, I think, and he was an arrogant little so-and-so even back then. Yes, I’m sure, sixty-one. Complete smarm, that was Jimmy. I’m not surprised he’s no fun to work for, not surprised at all.’ ‘And Mrs. Sanborn?’ Kelly asked, sounding unsure if she really wanted to know. ‘Meg was a year behind him, so class of sixty-two, and I can remember them flirting even then. This kitchen was the school canteen, and they used to sit.