They were called ?Art &Design?, ?Dance?, ?Dress and Textiles?, ?English?, ?English Literature?,?Ethics?. ?Fashion Design?, ?French?, ?History?, ?I...formation andCommunication Technology?, ?key Skills?, ?Mathematics?, ?Music?, ?PhysicalEducation?, ?Religious Studies? and ?Science?.She looked inside the A Levels folder, and found four other folders named?Biology?, ?English Language & Literature?, ?General Studies? and?Performance Studies?. They were all the subjects she was doing for her. “Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful.” She smiled an indulgent remembrance of their first night. “But, you must forget me, forget this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness.”“Elizabeth…” He started and paused while he sought the words. “…I will not, cannot forget Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and feel, or your taste and your tears. Don’t ask that of me please? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connection,. "I'm sorry, honey, but your mother wanted me to have a talk with you."His daughter rolled her eyes and stepped to her dresser and bent to open a drawer. Jonathan's fading hard one re-awoke when the towel rode up and he could see her shaved pussy peeking out between her tanned ass cheeks.She picked out a pink thong and stepped into it and pulled it up under the towel exposing most of her ass. His imagination let him see his wife laying on Skylar's bed, naked and waiting for her daughter."Daddy,. She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube, of which she proceeded to squirt down my crack. I could feel it slide over my asshole. Soon her finger added to the feeling as it slowly probed the outside. She started pushing a little harder and I moaned a little. Bent over the bed with my ass to a strange woman, I felt so vulnerable but I had never been more turned on. Her finger slowly started to slide inside me. She was far more careful and slower than I had been.