”She giggled.“I bet she didn’t have that kind of hug in mind!”“Possibly not. Remind me, and I’ll hug you again later, more sedately.”“...es please! A girl can never have enough hugs!”I kissed her again, still enjoying the feel of her soft warm body against mine. Then I thought of something else Mum had sent, and sat up.“Can I interest you in some tea and biscuits? Mum gave me a box to bring over.”She giggled again at my rather sudden change of subject. It was a sign of how comfortable we were in. As he sat Deloris gave him a glassy eyed look and faint smile. "Goodmorning dear. Here let me pour you some tea," she said.He wanted to tell her what Miss. Simms had done but couldn't. Miss.Simms was standing with her hand in her apron pocket. If he didn't acthappy and do as he was told, that little white button would be pushedagain."Damn I don't want no friggin cup of tea but I have to do what I'm told.I don't think I could bare the pain if she pushes that button. I canonly hope seeing me. One day he asked her if she would like to go out with him. She liked him and they had known each other for a couple of years by now so she agreed. He was a widower and had a daughter a couple of years younger than me. Things worked out for them and about a year later, he became father number three for me.Mom was thirty-six by now and I was seventeen, getting ready to graduate high school that coming spring. I had been working after school as office help at a construction company. Because of. I had to admit though, that she did taste good, really sweet. Her hand slipped from my waist to under my skirt, massaging me dampening pussy with her index finger. After struggling against her, I finally gave in. She smiled at me, pushing me over to her desk until I was sitting on it. She pulled my pink thong off and got on her knees, running her tongue the length of my pussy. I moaned and leaned my head back, enjoying ever lick and flick of my clit. She soon shoved to fingers into my fuck hole.