The woman was perhaps in her mid-thirties, but had a better body than most teenagers; clearly she kept herself in shape, and as near as I could tell t...ere wasn't an extra ounce of fat on her body. An adorably cute teenager was with her, maybe her daughter, with long brown hair and a nice figure too. Both of them were wearing loose ski jackets that concealed their top halves, but form-fitting ski pants, and it was almost hard to figure out which of the two had the more perfect butt. Without. . a... , “ Natasha freaked out rather predictably, like clockwork.“Bet you’re wishing that your own mother was still alive. I don’t know what happened to her, do you? I just know that she’s dead for some odd reason. What’s wrong with Aunt Nora, again? Maybe it should just be me, Mom, and Chelsea here. Blood kin, you know!” I taunted the girls further.“No ... please, Aunt Nora is a ... a ... a,” Heather stammered now.“A what, Heather?” I persisted.“A ... dyke! A lezzie, okay? She’s gay!”. . if you t-think I should . . . Sir”.“Oh I do, Julia . . . I do. He said, if I didn’t find you completely satisfactory, I was to let him know. In which case, you would find yourself over the punishment block so fast your feet would hardly have touched the ground. What do you think of that, Julia?”Havers patted the girl’s flank in a possessive fashion.“I . . . I q-quite under . . . understand, Sir,” said Julia weakly.“So you’ll do your best to please me, eh?”“Oh yes . . . yes . . . Sir!” Julia’s. Finally I had a big jolt that came from deep inside me. It was definitely a vaginal orgasm, not clitoral. It felt like I was pushing a softball out my pussy. That jolt pulled my pussy from his mouth.'No more, no more, no more!! Can't breath, can't breath" I said twisting my butt so I was sitting on the step. I was gasping for breath, clenching my arms to my chest bending into a ball on the steps. Suddenly I realized I was leaking on the carpet of the steps and I stood up. I was still shuddering.