She reached a place where it was impossible to go further. She waved a finger wet the lust-wet wall of my shell and took it outside. She raised her ha...d and put her finger to her lips. She turned it slowly, her lips tightly closed, as if she wanted to keep my taste as long as possible. I watched this performance with charm. The teacher pushed her finger deeply into my burning pussy again, made the same move as if she wanted to collect all the moisture. She took out her finger and began to trace. Before I had left Las Vegas to come home I had allowed two well hung guys to plunder my pussy and both had deposited their creamy loads right into my womb. I had so little time after that wonderful fuck, that I didn't have time to shower or clean up. I had just slipped on my sheer blue panties, and hoped that I didn't smell like some French hooker on sailor's payday. I realized while I was on the plane that I was dripping cum out of my pussy, making my sheer panties even more translucent. I. Leslie and I knew each other, and had partied together, although the last time we had seen each other weren’t under the most favorable conditions. (I ended up in bed with her, while her boyfriend at the time slept on the couch.) So at this time even though I knew that her and her boyfriend had split, I still figured she wouldn’t want anything to do with me. Now she had me cornered in the laundry room. I stammered out something to the effect of ‘hi.’ She told me that she just wanted to talk to. " Mister who?" Philippa blinked."Him, Billy." Anne pointed.Philippa shook her head. "I dunno. Lots a'letters. I can't read, Miss Anne," she lied."What did you do with them, the letters I gave you to put in father's pouch?"She looked away. "Gib 'em to the mistress like she tole me." She clamped her lips and nodded twice, looking off to the side, avoiding the angry girl's eyes."You gave them to Mrs. Conroy, to my father's wife?" Anne was shocked, flabbergasted and then quickly furious, stamping.