Looking Juile in the eyes.Holly had to keep herself form laughing at her perm.She thought that hairdo looked terrible!“Sure what’s your number?”...She responds, using a firm tone with, Holly.Juile slightly rubs the back of her head.She pulled her black colored ponytail slightly over her right shoulder.As she spoke with the teen.“Oh yeah.My ID number, it’s 31,” She was looking at the employee time chart, kept near the counter, next to the employee phone.Juile worked the computer inputting, Holly’s. “I don’t…tell me” There was the usual banter between the two girls as to whether they should tell me…and who should do the telling before Cathy said she would. To cut a long story short and a lot of don’t tell him that, etc. I found out that whilst Cathy was brushing Vicky’s hair, she thought that the brush handle was rather phallic and before long thrust it into Vicky’s mouth. From there a little horseplay and pillow fighting until Cathy had the better of Vicky and made her strip naked and. You rest my leg on your chest and take long gentle strokes with the razor up and down my legs. I find this so erotic and you can see the pleasure in my eyes. I love the touch of your hands on my legs and you even shave above my knee so you can reach your fingers up my inner thighs, which you know drives me wild. When you finish, you pull me close to you and kiss my lips sweetly, tenderly….letting our bodies touch in the warm bath water. You put your arms around me and press my body to yours as. When I felt lips on the tip of my cock, I looked down and saw… Andrea’s mother on her knees, sucking my spongy helmet.“Good God, Mrs Jones,” I blurted.She stopped sucking and smiled up at me. “Don’t worry, it’s all part of our family fun,” she said and stood to whisper in my ear, “Please, call me Rachel. And, be aware, I want you deep inside me later.” With a wink and cheeky grin, she left.I took a minute or two to recover some composure and consider what had just happened. And what might be.