She was beyond words, and sobbed in happiness as she felt its weight and felt it slip down on its fine, golden chain between her breasts. I knew it wa...n’t the finest jewelry, because I knew what I’d paid for it, but I also knew it was a powerful symbol of being an English lady, to wear a piece like that. That evening Mataoka carefully clipped a lock of my hair, and a lock from little Harvey, and placed them both in the locket. Then she closed it up and hugged it and kept lifting and letting it. I made sure that I was completely hooded as I crept onto their lawn, and looked for access points where I could see what the Hardy girls were up to. Since they had just seen me masturbate, they probably were discussing it. If it was only one of them, then I wasn’t sure what they’d be doing. Honestly, I didn’t even have a plan. All I wanted was to snoop around and see if I got lucky. I got lucky. Plenty lucky. The girls’ ‘playroom’ where they hung out until late at night was on the ground level,. Rummaging around between the labia, onto thevulva, sometimes the hole was mere pin point. This lady was anexemplification of how hard it could be. Large amounts of thigh fleshhad to be separated before we were even in the vicinity. As tiring as itwas keeping her legs up and apart, I certainly felt I had the betterpart of the deal, as Tracey poked around. She was stuck in much closerproximity, receiving the full force of what the male me may have oncereferred to, as "Box waft."My mind began to. She hoped it was because the old man had missed her over the weekend and wanted to instruct her on how to be a better young lady. Her bottom was starting to twitch with anticipation of a stern correction and her dratted female juices started to bubble like some witch's brew for mixing terrible potions.Inside Mister Abercrombie's office were two of the handsomest young men she had ever seen in her entire life. They were Mister Abercrombie's sons, Richard and John. Only he called them "Dickie".