The manager was Tom Richards. Amelia and Tom had grown up together as Tom’s father Jock had been the farm manager and now lived in retirement with T...m and Lisa. ‘Tom asks about you almost every day since I told him you were coming home.’ At last her father had said something of interest to her. ‘Ah, Tom Richards. We started at pre-school within three weeks of each other and continued through school until…until I went away.’ ‘Yes, always a good thinker and a good worker who seems to thrive on. He continues rubbing his cock back and forth, every once in a while letting the head slip in my pussy just a little. Just enough to tease me and make me groan and push back against him. Each time I do he pulls out and gives me another swat. After another minute or two he position the head again at the entrance of my pussy and he grabs my hips and slams into me, pulling me back as he does till he is buried deep inside me. He withdraws almost all the way out and slams in again. Each time he pulls. Vanessa couldn't understand what was going on. She had just gotten home from shopping, and saw Yumi going into the shower. She just thought that she could help Yumi fit in more, by getting closer to her, but she could clearly see that something was bothering the girl.Stepping out of the shower, Vanessa lead Yumi over to her room, and had her sit down on the bed. Yumi couldn't stop crying. She was so embarrassed, and still thought she was busted. "Tell me what's bothering you." Vanessa said, and. My cock was throbbing hard now."Step back" she said. I took a couple steps back to let her stand up.She stood up and turned around, her floppy tits and fat ass wobbling with every little movement again. Then she gathered her house dress in her hands and pulled it up from her knees to just below her ass cheeks. She steadied herself, spread her legs, did a quick flick with her wrists, and a bobble with her ass. And with another flick of her wrist, her dress whisked all the way up to her waist,.