‘Why don’t we get some coffee, then you can tell me what’s wrong.’ Eileen got two cups of coffee, then she and Arlene sat down at a small tabl... in the kitchen. ‘It’s my daughter, Cynthia,’ Eileen said. ‘What’s she doing?’ Arlene asked. She knew the maid had a daughter who’d been born late in life, and that her employee was having problems dealing with the child now that she’d become an adolescent. Eileen shrugged. ‘It isn’t so much what she’s doing, it’s, well…’ She took a deep breath. ‘I guess. There are times when I see her walking down the hall, that cute little ass waving back and forth like a big red flag, and I just wanted to shove her up against the lockers and... Uhm! It was tough." Why thank you," Allison said, leaning across the corner and kissing her cheek. "It's nice to be wanted." I'm thinking of going public with Shannon this year," I said. "They both seem to think it's a risky idea." I can see their point. It may take the pressure off of you; both Cindy and Angie have. You may find yourself in situations and activities you find, how shall I put it? Distasteful. Your physical body and your mind will both be put through rigorous tests of fortitude, but I have no doubt you will survive it. Even more, I've not the slightest worry that you'll more than adequately appease urges our gentlemen bring to your attention." Smiling, he began moving toward the glass doors. "Your room is on the ground floor here. The clerk behind these doors will hand you the key. You'll. ..a slight reaction this time as you let out a tiny groan.. of appreciation my hands continued its adventure down past your flat tight tummy to the triangle of your love... i slowly.. caressed and touched your thighs...moving my fingers up and down and around the pouting lips of your sex... and then along your inner thighs...down one side and then up the other...leaving a trail of goose bumps as i moved... your slight moans became more pronounced... as your lips parted and your tongue slowly.