Did he see anything? Shit. She shouldn’t be doing this in class. Missy scowled at him and his smile faded in confusion.With both hands back on the t...ble she thought of keeping Jeffery locked in her room like a prisoner. Just like her father had talked about in Vietnam. She could build a bamboo cage and lock him up. Make him sit in a small chair naked while she walked around him and hit him with a cane. She could just see him blubbering for release and this made her happy.GOD! What was wrong. . why don't you... (sigh)... jerk off to me. They're on paper, but I'm right HEEEERE for you." Even after everything that had happened today, David gave her an astonished look. "Mom!" After all, these -- " she cupped her boobies "-- these are now something to write home about." She began pulling on them. "Don't they just make you want to cuuuuum?" she sighed.David stopped trying to cover his crotch with his hands, then slowly was persuaded to spread his legs and pull, rub and pump at his penis. We drove back to Bangalore the very next day and went straight to my place. Since it was the pre-Christmas weekend, there was quite a bit of road traffic and reached my apartment complex around noon. I didn’t ask if she wanted to go to her PG, instead told her to stay with me.I went to the bathroom and on the pretext of asking for a towel (yes, the same old romance from movies and it works every single time) had her come into the bathroom. In an instance, I pulled her into the shower with me. I wear heavy glasses, I have little piggy eyes. It’s a 19th Century face, Victorian, not the perky, fake, plastic face the world wants you to wear today, a face so frozen it’s not even capable of a sneer, let alone a sincere smile. And you think I’m hateful, but really, I know how to smile. I like to, if you’re special. I say mine’s a Victorian face: but post-modern too. I’ve got a labret piercing, the smooth round ball setting my mouth off like an exclamation point, neat, steely, decisive..