It's their fault! Daddy's and mommy's! If I happen to be highly sexed I must have inherited it. Or maybe I'd been influenced by the sounds that had em...nated nightly from my parents bedroom over my formative years. My innocent dreams invaded by the nocturnal cries of my mother's passion as daddy repeatedly thrust his big prick inside her. Dreams that had slowly turned her precious young daughter into a girl who craved cock! But whose cock?Anyway, that's what I told Gunther when I finally. She then turned and went and knocked on the door to the study.Emma heard, “Come in,” opened the door and walked in, carefully closing the door behind her. She walked up to the headmistresses desk, and as always, was daunted by Miss Jackson’s demeanour. She stayed standing and looked down at Miss Jackson who was still studying some papers and did so for a few more seconds, before putting her pen down and looking up. Emma thought Miss Jackson looked so attractive in her short-sleeved white blouse. " Yeah, I wanted to scratch the bitch's eyes out but now, I think I shouldbe thanking her!" So basically you invited me to lunch to ask me for a divorce, right?" Well, yes, I guess I did." Well that's good because I was going to ask you for one anyway. Billasked me to marry him while we were in Jamaica."Now it was my time to squeal and cry and hug Susan."Oh I am so happy for you. You deserve a man who'll love you in a way Inever could." You know what we should do?" Double marriage!" This time. Her hand slid over my shoulders gently kneading and squeezing them. Her hands slid over my back first, then my sides and then along my spine. The feeling was amazing and I had never felt anything like it.The smell of the oil was intoxicating it was the smell of fresh herbs and I could almost even tell which herbs they were. Her hands were gifted and slid over every bone in my back, pushing gently as if putting them back into the right place.I was just about to fall asleep when I heard her say.