"Thank you, darling. Does the back of my dress look OK?"I asked her with my back turned to her.She walked over a little closer to me."Looks good, mist...ess."She reassured me."You sure? It feels a little loose around my bum?"I queried as I adjusted the short frilly skirt on the hem of it, pulling the fabric tight over the shape of my rump.Ella approached a little closer, and reassured me again."Honestly. You look beautiful in it, mistress."She stated, though I could feel the burning of her eyes. She thought about going in there and throw him a lifeline but she didn’t bother. Her husband was a big boy. He could take care of himself. Stella was more concerned about Alan. Their son never did well at parties. In fact, he never did well with people at all. Especially girls. He was twenty-one and she was sure that he had never had a girlfriend. Never even had a date. Stella doubted that he had ever kissed a girl. It’s hard for a young man to get a kiss from a young lady when he’s too shy to. Margo was sworn to secrecy and so was Irene. Margo made up a story, but Nellie suspected something was going on. Irene went to New York then drove to Dottie’s house and Margo took another path and didn’t go through New York. It would have been strange for the students to see the old rivals travelling together. Even Nellie had to believe the two teachers still hated each other. Actually, the guests were not staying at Dottie’s house but in a quaint B & B only a few hundred yards from the house.. He noticed that her gaze drifted over his muscles and his cock. Then it drifted back up to his eyes. He turned his gaze away, finding that he was unable to look at her. To look her in the eye. He knew she was beautiful. Awkward as she lay there, but nevertheless beautiful and charming. Each round curve offering a promise of comfort to his needs. Providing the response necessary to make him a man. ‘So, I’m gonna hit the road,’ he told her, his voice filled with an early morning gruffness, ‘Got.