"I thought you were hitting the books," he remarked."Yes, but the catalog is on the computer." She removed a spiral stenographer's notebook, flipped t...rough pages and jotted down catalog numbers. She leaned back, removed her glasses and covered her eyes with her hand. "Oh, this is so difficult. The screen is so bright and the type is so small ... it hurts my eyes."Brian grabbed the mouse and made a few clicks. "Is this better?" He had changed the screen so the fonts were large and white against. "Not in Daddy's chair when he's not home...", she said quietly. "What don't we do in Daddy's chair when he's not home?" I said sternly tracing the tip of the blade across her cheek and down to the topmost button of the shirt, eliciting a visible shudder from her and causing her to pull away. Wrapping the leash around my hand twice to shorten its length, I gave another tug forcing her to look at me. Electric shot through me as those evergreen eyes locked with mine igniting something fierce and. "You tell me I have a daughter, then suddenly she's, what? She'd be 41, today? You seem scarcely older than that, yourself. I'm sure I bred no children when I was, ah, 18?" You were 38, my dear," she laughed at his confusion. "Oh, you were a handsome man, Mischa, and such a charmer. I was quite the envy of the other girls in that cafeteria at Hendon Aerodrome." Hendon? Did you say, Hendon?" said Mischa, shaking."Yes," she smiled. "You remember me, now, don't you? Oh, I was very young. 17, you. The now damp again panties smell heavenly, though only a trace of pussy scent remains predominated by the aroma of my semen. Lying on the bathroom floor I have a lubed vibrator humming in my tight hole and the damp panties draped over my nose as I fuck myself with one hand and jack off with the other. It’s so all consuming; I'm such a horny little sissy. I'm infatuated with the scent, the damp cum on the panties smells so good and a few strong traces of pussy scent come wafting through. Yeah,.