I couldn’t go beating them up for threatening Elizabeth. I’d be the one in deep shit if I tried that. I told my friend to plan on going to school ...omorrow, but to call me if she felt threatened and I would drive over to the school and pick her up. Once I got off the phone I repeated what I had just been told to Kristina.“I don’t know what the fuck to do.”“Maybe I can help,” my sister said.‘I don’t know how.” She ignored my comment, grabbed her phone and retreated to her bedroom. I couldn’t. “What you thinking about honey? Your pants seemed to have gotten a lot bigger, and I doubt its from the tidy cats commercial,” mom spoke up, snapping me from my dream state.“Its nothing, just having a moment with my thoughts,” I responded.“I bet I know exactly what you were thinking about,” mom said as she turned to Rita. “You know, we said you guys couldn't touch each other, but we never said anything about us touching you.”As soon as that last word left her mouth mom turned Rita's face to. "I have no idea," he looked bewildered. "Ingrid, I know how much this contract means to you. I would never do anything that would jeopardize that opportunity. You have to believe that," he pleaded.Steve tried again."I'm smart enough to know that you don't use political pressure that way. It can backfire more often that it can help. All it takes is a change of Minister or a change of Government. I know better than that! Please believe me," he begged her.Ingrid slowly walked to her desk, set her. She was looking like a hot model in her bra and skirt, whom God has sent for me to play and enjoy. She was moaning lightly. I knew her panty would be wet. Now I leaned and started blowing warm air over her thighs inside the skirt.My head was literally inside her skirt. I was now blowing air over her wet panty-covered pussy. She gasped and held my hair tight, and pushed me into her. My nose touched her panty-covered clitoris. I now slowly pulled down her panty till her ankle. She removed her.