She knew she would have to put them in the wash before Brent got home and got a sniff of them. It was a routine she had recently adopted, one made nec...ssary by her new job. This wasn't something she dared share with Brent or the kids. It was so completely foreign to her nature that she couldn't believe she was actually doing it. She worried about how long she could keep this secret from her husband. Thank god he didn't frequent places like that.She showered and put on fresh jeans and a t-shirt. ”He grinned and started feeling me. I felt very excited and proud of myself for being so grown up — acting like this was part of his treatment, just a normal part of my job. Mr. Manning was panting by now, eyes glued to my breasts as he muttered, “So big, so nice.” Precum coated his tip again, and I lowered my hand on his shaft as Miranda had taught me. Then, on the overhead speaker, came this: “June, please come to room 210."Mr. Manning understood and his eyes opened wide. “You've got to. So, she removed it and spread my ass cheeks. Oh, my! What was she doing? She was widening my buttocks, putting her long nose there and sniffing.I never expected my Di to do something like that. As I was thinking, I suddenly felt a soft touch on my anus hole. Oh! Di was touching my anus with her tongue. Unknowingly, my ass muscled tightened.She continued like that and in a few seconds, my ass muscles loosened and I felt Di’s tongue going in my anus. “Ah..ah.. aaaahaam..” a moan came out of my. When you are fourteen, and you want to cry in private, a shower is the best place to do it. I didn't know for sure what had happened yet, but, from the little my mom had told me, it was bad and it involved Clara. My Clara. Before, when she had fooled around with those boys, I hadn't gotten too upset with her. I was fooling around too. I still was, kind of. I would have been anyway, except for the worries about Karen.The difference was that I had asked Clara not to do it anymore, and she had.