Actually, she showed me a little more attention and was more flirty than before. She would make a sexual connection to almost everything we talked abo...t. She even flashed her ass at me one day after I commented on how her new leggings looked on it. Tasha stayed at our house. She would come home with us after school. We would do our homework, we would eat dinner and after dinner Mrs. Johnson would take her home, if her dad had not picked her up. We arrived home one day, and Mrs. Rich was sitting. "Your pussy is wet. That must mean you're a dirty, little girl. Is that what it means? Are you a dirty, little girl?" No, ma'am," I assured her. "I'm not dirty."She just snorted at that. "I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"She pulled her hand out of the glove and then she pushed her hand back down inside my panties. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was sliding her hand back down between my legs. I could feel her finger stroking my pussy and then she. I went on pounding him and biting his neck all over before pulling out to stop myself from coming as I was fucking him so hard. I stood there, sweaty and looking down at him as he came crawling up to me, taking my cock, right from his ass to his mouth as he sucked me. "Yeah... taste you fucking ass on my cock..." I said as he smiled and continued sucking me off. "Fuck... you bad bitch...." I said looking at him sucking my cock and moaning. "Come on.. let me fuck you some more... shit. let me. He stood when the butler announced her and felt the familiar flood of warmth upon seeing her. She was breathtaking in a dark blue gown that mirrored her captivating eyes. He approached her with both hands extended. ‘Mrs. Somerset, thank you so much for coming. And may I say, you look lovely in that gown,’ he said smiling and taking both of her hands in his. ‘Thank you, Mr. Andrews,’ she replied with a calmness she did not feel. At his touch, sparks flew through her fingers and she quickly.