. wave on wave ofsomething I had never let myself feel hit me... carrying me higher andhigher. As the orgasm passed I knelt and began pleasuring her.I... was all so wonderful. HOW could she do this to us?We slept in the same bed, pressed against each other.The next days were a problem. Paula posed as her own sister, to getback to her company. I tried to get back to the campus... no such luck. However, Paula was better at it. I suspected, and later on realized shehad slept with a few men to get. All I could do was try to keep from losing my mind.Aaron didn't bother to escort me inside today. He let me out at the door and drove the car around to the garage. I noticed that Mrs. Porter had visitors. There were half a dozen cars lining the circular driveway near the door, one more reason to be nervous.I entered the house and walked through to the room where I usually found Mrs. Porter eating her lunch. As I expected, she was not alone today. There were six women at the table. I heard them. Scott sets one mimosa in the sand in front of her chair. “Thanks, Dad. Will you put some lotion on my back so I don’t burn?” Candace says reaching for the glass. Scott looks at Candace laying on the lounge chair, the swells of her breasts visible underneath her. As he grabs the bottle of lotion, he mutters quietly to himself “Yep, I’m going straight to hell.” Scott begins rubbing some lotion into Candace’s back. She lays her head back down. “Mmm, that feels nice. Did you say something a. “Well if you want to keep your job boy! You better clean these boots with your tongue" picking up her phone, I watched looking up as she checked her email, ignoring me, I slid my tongue along the toe watching as my saliva made the boot gleam, snaking with each lick along the leather, the smell of the material was making me bulge! My tongue was starting to ache!I had noticed an abnormal bugle in her skirt when she walked in but dismissed it as an oversight on my part put with each stroke of my.