I followed shorty and heard the fucking he was giving my daughter, I just knew he was enjoying her young body, but in his head, he was inside me, and ... stood quietly outside my daughters bedroom, listening and yearning and drawing a line in the sand, I was going to push and tease this boy, until I had him eating out of my hand, and then making him do things with his dick, that his own mother would be too embarrassed to teach him.Of course the moral here is that I was teaching my daughter, I was. I sucked harder on his cock, my head bobbing up and down to his rhythm. My tongue circled the head of his cock inside my mouth. He was so hard for me, it was such a turn on. He was moaning in pleasure and I could feel the vibrations on my clit as he did. It was all too much for me and my body tensed as waves of pleasure started to flow. I lifted my head and screamed out loud as my orgasm enveloped me. I was grinding onto him like a women possessed, wanting it to last, milking the moment for all. By seeing all this i got confirmation that i can takle her without risk. With the towel itself i entered the kitchen slowly.By the time she completed cleaning and washing her hands with soap. I slowly went back to her to get water. Its very small kitchen to go through. i blushed her ass with my lund and got water from there. She turned back and looked with lustful eyes at my hairy bare chest. Again i gathered courage and kept my hands on her whitish belly and folds of midrif. Her resistence is. " Thank you, Miss Barnard," said the youngster shyly, addressing her new boss as if she were a teacher - even though Abbie had left school two years ago. Miss Barnard did not disabuse her of the notion."Now Abbie," continued Miss Barnard, "as with most care work, the wages we pay are shockingly poor. However, you will find that many of our oldies will be more than generous with their pensions to a young girl who gives them a particularly personal service - if you see what I mean." Oh, but I.