Sara felt guilty that Julie was not having a normal teen life, being interested in boys and dating, and going out to do things. She saw her buried in...her books and focused on her academics. At the same time, she was proud of her little girl’s progress. She wanted her to have the best of everything in life.The first year of college was tough. Julie felt she was ahead of her peers. She had no friends, avoided parties, and felt like a loner. Her confidence in herself waned. She could not. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door."Hi honey, I'm home," she said, exhausted.He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He took her into his arms and kissed her with a deep passion as only he could. It was the kind of kiss. It was one of her best orgasm she had, she rubbed her finger on the cunt smearing it with my cum and then licking it as she watched me seductively. The two days, I would fuck you all day I said to her.But I couldn’t fuck her next day; I fell ill, may be because of the excitement I got fever and took rest on the bed. I cursed my fate and even abused the god for doing this to me. I couldn’t get up and even kiss her or even touch her, I felt so hapless.Next day my parents came I thought it’s over;. I saw that Muffy’s unbrushed hair, skimpy, scruffy, yellow tube top and tiny, washed out blue denim shorts weren’t going to work. As we went upstairs above the camera and photographic supplies shop I owned, I had scintillating views of her shapely tight arse and a good two inches of the lower portion of her buttocks, such was the short of her shorts. The only blemish were two red wheals across them, purely superficial where she’d been sat on the hard chair outside the Three Tuns pub. I showed.