The teacher had left, and now it was time for the teachers aide to take control. I look up to see Christine run her fingers through her hair, sweaty a... it was. Up and up, up and down, in a near majestic rhythm. After a while, I instructed her to get up, I had a new position ready. Christine was on her knees, both arms on the couch. I got behind her, and ate her pussy. I licked her snatch, but every so often I drifted up and licked her ass. As soon as her tongue touched her rim, she began to. My hair was lighter in colorand fluffier. Jane had given me a color rinse to put on my hair thatmade it look pouffy and a few shades lighter.Jane told me how good it looked and then led me into her bedroom.Lying on the bed was another bustier, a little different and this onewas pink. Also lying next to it was another thong, this one was alsopink silk. Before I could protest, Jane was kissing me and telling mehow beautiful I would look in it.So I put it on. The thong first, which was easy since. "Should I tell Dad about that? Dinah said that Dad would blame me, but I don't know. She said that I was 'doomed to be another wimpy white pussy-boy cuckold like him', referring to Dad. I don't think that she had Dad figured out, since he tossed her out into the street like trash. I think that she had it coming. I know that Dad did you wrong, but that didn't mean Dinah had any right to do that to him. She said that I had a 'tiny dick', too. That was funny because she said the opposite when she. But enough of the generalities. Chip was emphatic that I make the journey to the location of the exhibit, and therefore I hired a driver and car to take me out for a weekend to the far reaches of Long Island, where I would visit his new endeavor and then spend the evening at his lovely vacation house smoking cigars and partaking of his fine collection of claret. All told, a promising weekend, even if his boast should prove inadequate, as I assumed it would.I departed late morning. Having not.