I had her pose in her garter belt and stockings. Very cute, very sexy. Thirty pictures. She tried two of Joyce’s bikinis. She flirted. Fifty picture.... I ran a slideshow. She really liked the pictures. We shared another glorious hug. We dressed and I drove her back to her dorm. She commented during the drive: ‘This has been a most wonderful day. Thank you.’ I sat and meditated for almost an hour before fixing myself some dinner. I checked my email and found a message from Lisa. She was wondering. Again lots of lube and he pressed this warm soft/hard thing against my hole, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing and I really believe my bottom just opened to receive him. He was incredibly patient once the head was in. He just stood there with it resting inside me and I gradually became used to the sensation of this enormous plug in my bottom, then he moved it, ever so slightly, forward and then stopped. My arsehole was being stretched beyond anything I thought was possible but it. " No fun there. When I was young, we had our grandparents living with us, my mother's folks. They had lost their farm in the depression, went in a sheriff's sale. Gram'ma still cried about it." Yeah, hard to explain to kids what things used to cost. I went to the movies for a quarter regularly when I was a kid. They don't believe it, ten cent Cokes, nickel Clark bars." Changing the subject, you had any dealings with the new vice principal?" Nope, hardly met him. I mean I know who he is, tall. "And now, Mrs. Smith, now... your chickens have come home to roost, and there's nothing I can do about it." Bu... but, but," she blustered, the wind fairly and squarely taken from her sails."Not my problem," I protested, waving an arm dismissively."Well maybe you're the wrong man for the job," she countered viciously. "Maybe it's time we looked around for someone who can get the job done." Spoken like a true management bitch, one who has all the authority to get what she wants, but with.