Olivia quickly got dressed and asked why the nurse was coming and she told her that the teacher had sent for her as he was worried about how she looke.... just then they hered the nurse coming into the toilet and calling their names and Claire quickly opened the door to let the nurse in.Straight away the nurse thought that Olivia did not look too good and thought it best that she was sent home and Claire told her that her parents would not be back until the next day and then she offered to go. "That creep Dieter has actually been promoted to deputy head of department, even though I did all the work for him." Waltraud puts her arm around her husband with compassion. "I'm sorry, my darling. I know how much you wanted this job," she tries to comfort him. "Shall I make you some more food or can I do anything else for you?" she asks. Stefan shakes his head. "I just want to get back to my bed," he grumbles grumpy. On the way to the bedroom he drops his clothes.Waltraud follows her husband. Liquid brown eyes sat between high, flushed cheekbones and thick, sculpted brows. Like they beckoned her lips to follow the trail down her long neck and into her heaving cleavage. Mercy.Celeste hadn’t taken a breath in three hundred years and hadn’t missed it until now. This woman. She was her past, her present, her future. When she heard his belt jingle open, the zipper lower, and the rustle of panty pulling, the statue wanted nothing more than to be the one who owned her. “You want. I knew what he wanted. I started moving my head up and down, like I would be fucking him. Fuck, what an obscene word, but it was the most appropriate word for this act.It didn't take my son more than a few seconds before I could feel the so familiar sweel of his tip, his pre-cum dripping out of his member. A sudden,"Ohhhhh... ohhhhh...", then I felt a hard twitch, a jerk, and I could sense the hot sticky seed pump inside my eagerly sucking mouth. I wanted his first blow-job, to be the best ever.