Her first question, with a smile on her face, was, "Are you trying to turn my home into a whore house"? In reply I answered, "Not unless you consider ...e a male whore and you prefer to be referred to as Madam". She ignored my comment and continued by reporting on the flurry of activity by the young females for appointments with a gynecologist after they revealed my requirements for them to become sexually active with me. Her only admonition was, "Be kind and gentle with them".My feeling as being. I am moaning and squirming underneath him. He tells me to get on all fours. I submissively obey. Grabbing my breasts from behind, I can feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy. He begins by teasing with just the head. I’m squirming and begging for him to fuck me. He tells me no, not yet. He places his hand firmly on my hips and my back. I can feel him start to move inside my hot, wet pussy. Inching it in slowly and then pulling it all the way out. I am so wet. He tells me how good it feels. She dropped the coins into her little purse andclimbed into her chair."Vanilla!?" Mom asked her. "Is that your favorite?"Mae shrugged. "I like chocolate, but Tante made me a whole chocolatecake, so I got vanilla."The next mornin, on the way to school, I dropped Mae off with Hilda, whowas uncharacteristically dressed down in jeans and a sweat shirt when Iarrived. I commented on her casual look, but she just smiled and said shehad a messy project to do that day.At school, I spoke to Alma about my. ’ She smiled, faintly. ‘Thank you. That means a lot to me. I miss her.’ I just nodded. ‘Well, Raven is waiting, so . . . ‘ ‘Yeah.’ She turned to leave. ‘Miranda?’ It came out of my mouth before I could stop it. She turned back to face me. ‘Um, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?’ I asked, slowly and uncertain. She looked at me for a moment. So long, in fact, that I did not think she was going to respond. ‘Really?’ she asked, finally. ‘Yeah. Would you?’ She nodded. ‘Okay.’ I smiled..