“Judy, it’s been even longer for me without any pussy. I want some pussy. Let’s go to the bedroom.” I said and helped her up to her feet. “O..., I can’t wait to feel that hard cock of yours inside of me. Mmmm.” She said as she reached out and squeezed it. I pulled her by her arm and led her to my bedroom. I sat down on the foot of the bed with her standing right in front of me. I leaned in and started sucking her hard nipple. She held my head pulling me into her more as she moaned out, “Mmmm.. " I feel the same way about you, and I also feel the need to proceed slowly. It's just lunch, I promise."Reassured, she agreed, and we broke the connection.The morning dragged on, until time came to make good on my pledge. It was almost as difficult to pick up the phone and dial her extension as it would have been to invite her to a motel room, but I managed. I suggested that we meet at my car, but she demurred, on grounds that we might be observed. After a short discussion, we agreed to meet. ..” Mum waved my picture at Miss Webster. “This has passion! And Eva Billings grades the artist who drew this with a C!”Mum snorted in disgust – again.I blinked a couple of times. Mum had called me an artist! I looked at Miss Webster and figured she wasn’t going to reply to that either. I pushed at Mum. “Can we leave now? I want to go home.”I glanced over at Tara and wagged my head at her. Tara scooped Angie up in her arms, picked up my book bag and headed over to us.Mum glanced at me and. " His fingers were tracing the line of my bikini briefs between my legs."I ... I haven't. You know" Lead the way," he said, and smiled.I got off the lounger, my head spinning, and walked to the patio door. The boss followed behind me, and took off his workboots before stepping inside. "You can go after," he said to his apprentice.I led the way upstairs to my bedroom and he followed me in. "Is it really your first," he asked, and I nodded. "I'll make it good for you." He reached into his jeans.