She was Sindy's best friend and they're also the same age, oh and did i mention, im Sindy's twin, and they both hate me more than anyone could ever im...gine. Ive known Heather since kindergarten and she's been in all of my classes ever since but i never had the guts to talk to her or ask her out because i know for a fact that Sindy would harrass me about it and bug the shit out of me and it wouldnt last that long .but i hear she's an extreme slut and has already been fucked at least 20 times. I had always found her mother attractive, and had even jerked off with her panties many times over the years. But my wife didn't know that at all. What she did notice immediately was that as she told me all about her mother's sex issues, I had become hard as a rock. There as no hiding it, the tent in my pants was obvious. In my mind I had obviously been picturing her mother, laying in her bed, old lady nightgown pulled up around her waist. I was imagining her gray haired pussy, and seeing her. ”“In five paragraphs? She probably thought it was incomplete,” Desi said.“Yeah. I think I’ll keep hammering on it in other essays this term. You know? I’ll just write as if she was my biggest fan and agreed with every word I wrote.”I handed my revised essay in on Thursday. I took to heart everything she marked as grammatical or construction issues and corrected them. As to the content, I read every sentence in which I’d expressed displeasure with the service and strengthened it, making it more. “Of course, I don’t have my mink yet, but I guess that’s only a matter of time...”“Mistress, hell!” he exclaimed. “You’re my slave, and don’t you forget it.”“I’ll try not to, beloved master,” she said softly. “Of course, it would be so much easier to remember if you whipped me regularly. There’s nothing like nice fresh whip cuts to remind a girl of her true station in life.”“Let it be a challenge to you,” he retorted as he escorted her to the door.Jeff’s dark green Rolls-Royce limousine was.