That was the only way to describe the expression on her face. We were all lying, and she knew it. But did she know why I didn’t shop her? I hoped no...…Mrs Griffiths raised her eyebrows at me, completely taken aback. I wasn’t entirely sure she believed me, to be honest, though it was difficult to tell.‘Well, I’m very surprised at you, Judy – Miss Adams. Shocked even. I don’t expect that kind of behaviour from you - you should know better!’I could see her thinking. Working out what she was going. I pulled my finger from her pussy and she quickly begged tokeep finger fucking her, that she was almost ready to cum. SoI dropped to my knees and leaned close between her legs, thesmell of her turned on pussy was overwhelming. I leaned closer, pulled her panties back to the side and then my tonguewas running up and down her lips where my fingers had been onlymoments ago. I couldn't believe how turned on Aunt Carol was, herpussy was practically dripping wetness down her thighs, and in only a. Seeing as his time is running out Mike makes his move, working his hands around your body, first grabbing your tits to which you smile this oh so sexy smile, he slides down the length of our body, stopping at your thighs. You look at me and I smile and nod, an affirmation that it’s OK and then Mike comes over and up reaching his hand under your skirt. Almost immediately you stiffen, your head goes back and I can see your ass thrust into his crotch. He now looks at me, I smile and nod. He begins. I’d be released. I had no place to go except the half-way house. I’d be stuck there until I could find me a job. I had to get a job. Well, it was better than nothing, the halfway house. I was forty-seven years old and twenty pounds lighter than when I went in. Health? So-so, it was relative, I guess.The screw waved to me. He didn’t like me. His Name was Carlos, we’d had words before, he and I. Nothing big, but we didn’t get along. I think he considered me a pansy; I wasn’t, but after the gang.