" She told me with a slight giggle. "I will put you on the route." I replied. She smiled, giggled and even blushed a little. So then I made sure to ...lay up the fucking, like I was a porn star working it for the camera. Then I went straight to Mrs. Miller's house. She welcomed me in and we both sat at the bar. She seemed a little worked up, almost giddy. "Okay Rick, I have to come clean. I have been watching you and Carla next door. I have been watching you two fuck on the pool deck. I don't. For several days she went about surreptitiously watching for any word or sign that might give a clue but really there wasn't any. Once or twice she thought she had detected some suspicious action but on reflection Nicola had to admit it didn't amount to anything. She knew the best thing would be to forget all about it, as Mr Russell had advised, but she couldn't. And the main reason she couldn't forget was to be Mr Russell himself.Two weeks after April Fool's Day he called Nicola into his. The strawberry-blonde squealed each time she felt the swollen glans of his penis against her cervix, clenching her vagina tighter around him. “That’s it, squeeze my dick,” the black teen moaned.“Oh, god!” Savannah cried out, her arms giving out and her face falling into the pillow. Derek held her hips high, his hips slamming harder with both hands now on the white teen’s ass. “Fuck me, Derek! Fuck a baby into me!!”The wet smacks of skin against skin and cock thrusting into wet pussy mingled. .. frustrated."Did it work?" Yes. It should be more normal, now." He looked over at Alistair, looked back at me, shrugged, squeezed my shoulder, and took his leave.I sighed and approached Alistair. "Hey."He didn't look up, just grunted in response."I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be quite like ... that. I'd have insisted you leave." And leave that bastard alone in here with you like that? No." Alistair, he was healing me. Fixing that embarrassing girl problem I'd rather not deal with. He.