I didn’t give a damn about his job, his family, his future, I just wanted him to fuck me again and again and again.“Yes,” I started to blubber a...bit. “Yes, please. Yes, I am. I’m ready.” I closed my eyes and held my breath waiting for him.His finger pressed on my clit and the effect brought me up on my toes. Mimicking the same rotating motion his tongue had taken in my ass, his finger drove me to a near instantaneous finish. My hips bucked with each completed circle. My thighs were covered in. It was then I realized he had never mentioned Mary being with him. As with us, why would Bob be here in the first place?As Bob exited the stair well, Mom laughed. "Relax."I started to talk, "B..." but Mom cut me off."Bob is obviously here with someone NOT his wife. He is not going to say anything to anyone we care about. He knows I still run into Mary from time to time. Think of it as a cheaters code of honor."I must have looked puzzled, because Mom continued, "Remember how you got to pitch for. I hated our uniform: bottle green pleated gymslip, scratchy blouse, a tie even in summer, white or blue regulation knickers. In winter we wore tights but in summer we had to wear long white knee socks which I hated with a passion. It seemed ludicrous at 18 still to be forced into such outfits. We all wanted to dress up in stockings, to look like the adults we were.Anyway as we sat there that sleepy Friday afternoon, at the back of the class, I began day-dreaming about Miss Walters. About being. He was sitting in the pickup across the street before he opened them up to see what was on them. And he damn near shit his underwear! There was six hundred forty-one dollars and change in a checking account, and seventy-three thousand, five hundred and thirteen dollars and eighty-three cents in the savings account!“HOLY FUCK!” burst out of his mouth. For a long time, he sat staring at the statement not daring to believe it was true. But it was right there in black and white. His first.