“How do you do Mrs. Carol, I’m Pete. I am here to pick up Linda.”The look on her face was one of surprise. She invited me inside and we chatted ...or a moment until Linda arrived. She was wearing a kind of peach colored knee length shirt-dress thing, and some low platform shoes. She looked amazing.I told her mom I had just moved here 3 months ago from Idaho, and that I had met Linda a few weeks after that while skating. It seems her mother had a bit of an idea, since Linda had told her she had. Almost choked on the one in her mouth, the one pounding her pussy through the knobbled sheath is like a pile-driver and she can feels drops of hot sweat drip onto her exposed lower back. Then more spots … a shower! Someone or more than just one is shooting his cum onto her. Then there's another shower into her hair that dips down hotly onto her forehead and along to the tip of her nose and she wishes she could move her tongue enough to lick it up. But the man in her throat isn't going anywhere. "About the only thing I can hope for is to ask if they will not file it as a criminal record. You would both lose your scholarships if they do." Lose our scholarships!", they chorused."Now are you beginning to see what your little game has done?" I gave my most ferocious glare at them and we settled back to wait for the person from the U.S. Attorney's office.When he came, I breathed a sigh of relief. Scott Adams was one of the younger and least hard-nosed of the people who might have. "Let that be a lesson to you," he grinned.I couldn't help laughing too, mostly from the relief but I managed to call him a 'cruel master'.Mother popped in at that moment. "I'm not interrupting anything am I? She tried to laugh when she saw the apology for an omelette. "It still hurts when I laugh," she said. I tried not to look at her face but couldn't help myself."Bin it Louise. Would you like to stay for lunch?" he asked Mum, "Take pot luck, Louise is going to try and make us another.