I had managed another early morning with Mrs Johnson, without HL bursting in this time, but all this estate work was interfering, and HL was busy so I...was going without my commons, as they say. And Emma was quite enticing in a very different way. She wasn't a pretty girl, handsome would be more accurate, certainly good to look at with regular features and pale blonde hair worn in a pony tail. She did, however, have a captivating smile, revealing beautiful even teeth. Not at the moment of. This was a short little spurt of liquid and then a second spurt blasted out of me. I couldn’t count the number of times this happened, but in the matter of a few seconds my cock had spurted enough fluid out of me to wet the entire from of that silky white panty that had given me such pleasure. I was bent over pressing my hand against the tip of my cock which seemed to intensify the feeling in my cock.My mind flashed images of taking the panty from her drawer, the girdle in my hands with the. I could hear her catch her breath. I slowly buried that finger and then the next as far up into her as I could. I could feel her contract around my fingers, then rock and rotate just slightly as they moved in and out or her. I could hear the sound of my fingers plunging in and out of her, a squishing sound, could any one else hear? I could feel my cock straining against the bottom of my brief case. I rolled and pulled at her clit gently with my thumb and index finger. I looked up at her. . I'm going to catch it this time. But how?She tried to force her mind away from worrying. The longer it took her mother to actually getting around to it, the worse the retribution would be. And the fact that her mother had, since, spoken not a single word about the matter -- and otherwise acted as if absolutely nothing of the sort had ever happened -- bothered Charlene even more, filled her with foreboding.It's going to be a humdinger of a get-even, whatever it is.The phone rang. She leapt for.