Anything's worth a try." But what happens if something goes wrong? I don't want Teresa to get in trouble too." I'm ready to take the full blame for an...thing that goes wrong," Vera explained. "It won't matter anyway. Right now I rank somewhere below Osama bin Laden on my mom's popularity list." You're not so bad," I said. I really meant it."That's sweet of you to say that," Vera replied. She turned in her seat and kissed me. I kissed her back. I was a little surprised when I felt her tongue in. He works for American Airlines and flies constantly. He’s popular with stewardesses everywhere, but hates his wife and brats because they cramp his style. My mother, Elisabeth Jean Vincent is a tall, stern and outspoken Haitian matron who teaches French at the prestigious Saint Basil Academy for Young Women. She doesn’t think much of the male of the human species and not even her own son is spared from her unique brand of hatred. Yet she’s very surprised that I don’t like her and would rather. "Are you OK?" she asked.Then she saw my boner sticking up and frowned in disgust, calling me aperv. She played off the incident in the moment; little did I know whatshe had in store.After class, she pushed me against the wall saying, "I don't ever want tocatch you looking up my skirt again, freak! Come to my house on Fridaynight."The day came. I wasn't sure what to wear, since I didn't know whatexactly was going to happen. I decided to wear jeans and a polo shirt. Ipulled into her driveway, and. ” Vincent sat down and I sprayed his car with my hose and then I started to soap his car up. I did the same thing with my breasts. I used them like sponges, while I washed his car. I then wanted to really blow his mind and I slipped a few fingers into my bikini bottom. I fingered my pussy, while he watched me. “Gee Alice, you’re a very sexy young woman. You’re so fit and have a beautiful body. You’re really raising my blood pressure seeing you topless.” “Why don’t I finish the car and then.