Maybe it is’, was my remark. ‘Are you sassing me child?’ she asked in that accent, putting her hands on hips. ‘No ma’am,’ I said. ‘I’m...just letting you know how I feel. Being by myself keeps me out of trouble. I have my future to think of.’ She looked at me with those sparkling eyes of hers and smiled at me. ‘I have big things in store you’, she said. I laughed a little at the comment. what could she possibly have in store for me, I thought to myself. I’m just the housekeeper. One night, it. Mum spoke, "darling, I have sorted it out. Richie and I have known each other for years, I explained all about you to him." I nodded, then realised she couldn't see that and went "uh-huh," back to her. "Darling, Richie is a very moral person. He thought you were being abused by Sarah, I mean Miss Andrews. I went out with him when Beth was a baby and he was a new teacher. I didn't tell him how old I was, when he found out I was still at school, he broke it off, but we are still friends." Ok. I am straight; I’m not supposed to get turned on by another “dick”.My confusion was interrupted by sharp nails digging in my cheat as Sarah shot up in an intense orgasm. She yelled at the top of her lungs I could feel her quivering on the inside as the juices flowed out from around my cock. “Don’t stop fucking her!!” Kristi repeatedly shouted as her pace quickened again. I tried to keep up, but my aching cock and back couldn’t take much more. “I can’t take it I can’t take it” Sarah shouted. .."Gotcha," she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin journal from under a pair of discarded lace panties. She flips through the pages and approaches the mirror again. Under her breath, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she doesn't understand. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her finger to the flawless reflection and watches.Felicia, of course, is not that stereotypical blondie slut that goes around having sexual relations with everything that breathes. If you're hoping.