Of course she had no idea what sexual liberties the male students atBradford actually took with the girls at Carleton, an all-girlinstitution only a s...one's throw from Bradford, but she did know thatthose liberties had been taken often enough to teach her son more thanthe fundamentals of fucking. She knew these things because she hadwatched Terry putting into practice the things he had learned in histhree years at Bradford.She had watched her son fucking on the beach!She flushed when she. " Mommy Adriana was on a roll, I saw Mr. Rearden open hismouth several time to say something but with her naturalauthority my Boss didn't look so bossy anymore. She practicallywaved off each attempt of his to speak and after a minute or soI saw Mr. Rearden just nodding his head."Our little Greta told us her desire of becoming a secretary.She told us how good she was at typing, attending the phone,making the appointments, and further more she wasn't afraid oftaking dictation either. Her biggest. The gradual, sadistic smile that spread across his face provoked her into moving quickly.Venus loosened the top of her sash and let it fall open over creamy white shoulders. The gown slipped down her arms and over her high, round bosom in which her heart beat ferociously. Her body trembled terribly, her lips quivered in humiliation as the dress flowed down her hips. It cascaded down smooth thighs, past her lovely calves and ankles until it lay in a pool of ivory at her feet. He stood. But just as June went through her door she said, “Say hi to Sue.” Holly fucking shit, how did she even know? I was dumbfounded. I drove back to Sue. It was around midnight when I knocked on Sue’s door; she looked out from a window above and threw down a key. I let myself in and walked up and saw that her bedroom door was closed, but the light seeped through from under it. I approached the door and knocked on it, Sue answered, “Come in you fuckin’ idiot.” I opened the door and walked.