.. rotten!Bette Jean involuntarily reached down to comfort her sobbing son. He was in pain too. The poor innocent lamb, seduced by her own sister... t...e sister she'd taken in. Oh God... there were no words for a woman who would do such a thing. The slut, the ungrateful bitch... coming into her home and contaminating an innocent boy with her breasts bouncing and her hips taunting. Oh God... there was no justice. The tears welled up and choked out of her, gritty and painful, the breath rasping in. ’ ‘Melody, I don’t follow you.’ ‘Oh yea, I just had this in my history class.’ She raced back to her seat and retrieved and book from her backpack. She was flipping through the pages and laid it down on my desk knocking off her papers to the floor. ‘Here’ she exclaimed while leaning over and giving me a view directly down her shirt. I fought to avoid the inevitable but got an eyeful of those sweet, young and healthy tits. After the view of the succulent boobs I managed to look closer at the. Doubling, no, tripling my pleasure. He looks down at me, he knows what he’s doing to me. I draw his head down to me, kissing his mouth with such ferocity that I wish we could devour each other, like two snakes eating each other up. I need him inside of me in every way possible. I grind my hips against his, feeling his cock so close to me, so urgently wanting me. This spurs him on as he undoes his fly and releases it. Hot and hard in the cold night air, he pulls my panties to one side and hoists. Now, how do you fancy the part?”“As support to Pfeiffer?”“Yeah. You’re great for the part but the part’s not too great for you.”I was, as you may imagine, totally bewildered by this stage. “You mean there really is a part?”“There is and you’re good for it but you might not think it good for you. Your role is as Pfeiffer’s assistant, you’re dowdy, you love her to distraction and although you know she’s never going to be your lover, you decide, because you’re a psycho, to knock off anyone who.