Tsanja was sent off to inform Dee's mother, and Mrs Beale began to explain about the healing process."Dee, you have had a very bad break. I can heal i..., but it will take some time. Please, don't be distressed, but my healing methods may seem a little strange to you. You are in a lot of pain now, but just let me work, and you will be soon be feeling much better."Mrs Beale, very carefully, covered Dee with a sheet, and gently removed Dee's clothes. Each time anything touched her thigh, Dee had to. "At that point, I changed my look from smiling to slightly worried."But how come you are here alone? This isn't really an area where a western woman - even a professional journalist - should move about, alone."Now the irritation on her face was clear to see. I watched her while she sipped her coffee and tasted the bread that was supplied. She looked a bit older, but the main difference were her eyes, which looked colder and harder than I remembered. That seems to happen to the best of us."They. “No I am good tonight, mom,” John said.Liz then walked to Scott's bed. She sat down at the edge. She tucked his covers up around his neck. Her hand then grabbed his hard cock through the covers.“Good boys get rewards and never tell,” Liz said smiling at him.Liz started to pump and squeeze at his cock with her hand. She told him no one was ever to know about this as they both would get it trouble. She told him that this was a secret between the three of them. Liz told him to promise her he won't. So was Tara's. Then she climbed onto Sara, the pair kissing, their pussies aimed in my direction. Tara's pierced clit rubbed into Sara's bud. I groaned and said, “I get to fuck my sisters!”“Yes, you do!” Dean Washington moaned.“Yes, yes, fuck them hard!” gasped Kathy, her pussy working out the last of my cum. “Ooh, who wants to lick me clean!”“You get that cunt on my face right now,” ordered the brown-haired professor. Was that Mrs. Johnson? Didn't her husband teach shop?How naughty.Kathy.