I cook dinner during the week, and she fixes dinner over the weekend.Recently this happened... I was putting together some grilled cheese sandwiches a...d she came up behind me, put her arms around my waist. I knew it was her, but I said, “Chelsea, I told you not to surprise me. My mother will be home any minute.”Her left hand slipped and ended up pressing the front of my pants.“Will you please stop it Chelsea. I don’t want to be hard for my mother!”“I know you know it’s me, hunky boy. How long. The first time he already saw me naked as I was wearing a naked dress. The following time was a bit awkward but went well as well.I remember I was in Uni and owing to many assignments I wanted to get a massage. It was a Saturday. I got up as usual. Got my cum to drink in the morning as I was to go out. I put on a nice and kinky underwear and a nice dress. I brought a towel with me. I went to his house and he welcomed me in as my mom already called for an appointment. He started preparing his. "Look, she didn't actually say he did it, but the look on her face after I asked the question was answer enough. You've been there Headmaster; you know when you've hit the nail on the head. And afterwards, all her talk was about being scared of losing her father too, it was obvious she has been trying to cover up for him." That might well be the case," said Fenshaw, "but unless she actually comes out and confirms he has assaulted her there is little we can do." This is ridiculous! Now I know. Oh, and the boys…there never were enough MEN to satisfy my hunger as I was growing up. Not to say that I was a slut – far from it. Most of the time, I did not have the time or the desire to devote to a guy. Not that many of them lived up to my demands. Coming from a well-to-do and educated family, I had a command on life that was only enhanced by the time I spent with my uncle. Ben was my father’s brother – and his antithesis. While my father, the older of the two, grew up as the straight.