’ He than looked at my mother; “Honey we need to talk!” mother had that look like she had been caught, oh fuck that would be bad... Without saying a word, I just went to my room. I sat my shopping bag down and sat on the bed. I said a little prayer: ‘please god, help me, don’t let dad know I did it with, ah … oh shit what if he found out I screwed Wilson, or Larson, ah, my god Mr. Hicks, oh I’m so in trouble, will I’ll just have to let him know I’m a grown woman and I can. She felt it flow from deep inside until it made its way to the perforation that God had given her.Her clit had spasm on his tongue as she let her orgasm go. He could smell the scent inside her hot cavity as her climax flowed to its exit. He waited and as soon as the first drop seeped through her tiny slit, his tongue was waiting. He sucked in all he could before he had to swallow. This time, her sweetness glided down his throat, not a burn, coating it all the way down to his stomach. It made. Are you ready, slut?"She looked up, feeling caught. She was straddling the little rill, washing the smell of her piss from her bare pussy and legs. "Sir?" Ah, I see you think you need to be clean, don't you? Did I tell you you could wash?"She hung her head in response, understanding that she scene was ongoing and that she had not requested his permission to clean herself from her embarrassment."No Sir," she replied as she walked back toward him, nude body glistening in the sun with the. Is that it?”“More or less, Frances. I am not sure what you meant – IF Reg can help me with tutoring?”“Oh, that is simple. Reg has to decide if you are worth his effort. If he concludes that you are not picking things up as he expects, or not putting the effort in to benefit, then you are out of the study group; no second chance. Do you accept that condition?”Prudence was shocked at the arbitrary in/out. “Why should it all be down to Reg? Don’t you have a say in that decision? I was told it was.