I looked down at her cleavage. I immediately got a raging hard-on. I hurried to finish my test, and then told her I had finished."Can you bring me the...test, Ryan? I can grade it pretty quickly and give you your results." I remembered I had my hard-on right after I stood up. I walked over and handed it to her. I think she noticed it then, since she looked up at my face, and back to get papers. She stopped a split second at my cock. "Go ahead and take a seat on the desk and I'll be finished. After checking in at the main office, I went to my bungalow. When I arrived, I was happy to see that it had its own private garden, outdoor plunge pool, terrace, and lounge chairs.After settling in, I headed to the restaurant and asked for a table for two. Stacey arrived twenty minutes later. I stood and greeted her with a kiss on her cheek. Being the gentleman, I pulled the chair out for her. She had on a white strapless dress that was breath taking.We ordered drinks and our entrées. We talked. "It's okay. You know the truth now. Now get your ass in the bathroom and dry off. You're soaking my new couch!"I laughed as I struggled to get up. I used the wall for support. I felt so weak. Legs felt like rubber. But I was so elated to have Crystal, because she helped me to the bathroom."Thank you," I smiled once I reached the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. "I'm exhausted." I know. It's okay. I got you. You're in good hands, B."Crystal retrieved a towel from the closet, knelled down. That's a pretty specific description, but in my store alone, I might see 10 to 15 girls coming pretty close to that description each day.Sometimes these young girls are following what Professor VanHorn, the main character in Wally World Daddy, called a trailer-trash mommy. These mommas are exactly as VanHorn described them, usually fat or rough-looking, aged too soon from years of living on the edge. This rough life has etched ugly lines into their faces and turned their hair prematurely gray..