Col cleared her throat. “Yes.”Mutti Frida looked at me. “What do you think, Willi?”“I don’t think we have any other options.”“Hmph. It...��s not ‘we’ in this situation, Willi. It’s just Col and I who are at risk.” There was a sharpness to Mutti Frida’s voice, the tension creating an edge. I looked down at my half-eaten toast, somewhat shamefaced at including myself in their danger.“Mutti, that’s not fair.” Col leaned forward, her voice intense. “You know Willi would do anything for us.”Mutti Frida. I pushed the door slightly. She was on her bed, her ass was up in the air, leaning over her laptop still messaging Katie. She occasionally brushed her finger across her cheek, scooping up any remains of cum and sucking it from herself.I stood behind her, my shadow cast over her, she knew I was there and peeked over her shoulder. I slowly pulled down her little shorts just passed her pussy, and put my cock at the opening. She was so wet, she didn't stop me and pushed it in her pussy. She moaned. Now this is the part of the story where I suppose you expect me to launch into the Cinderella story. How I fell in love with this ugly duckling and by the power of my love alone, transformed her into a diamond in the rough. Well, to fit any more clichés into a sentence would not only be a crime against English majors everywhere but it would also be completely against my character. You see, I?m a letch; a down and dirty foul-minded letch. Let me explain a bit further?this girl and I, we work. I'm standing, stomach touching the inner edge of the desk as you pull up the tank, just under my breasts, exposing my bare ass. You move your foot between my feet and spread them, opening my leg span more than shoulder-width apart. My breath increases, my cream thickens and is evident on my inner thighs. You stand behind me and before beginning, you use one hand to grip my hair and tug to the side turning my head and roughly kissing my lips and neck. "Mmmmm," I moan and nibble my bottom lip.You.