So she was weirded out about what to do about me.And the same was true of me. I had been there for all those things too, after all.Then there was the ...roblem that Mia didn't like bullies.And I became one.But I was a different kind of bully, which was confusing to her, I think.And to me. It was, after all, a huge change in my own life.So there were weeks when I didn't see Mia, because she was avoiding me. And I sort of suspected that she was avoiding me. And yet, when we did see each other, she. Graham didn't overlook their interest and the next time Sheila turned around, he was chatting them both up like they were old friends. The real pretty one with the pigtails was called Clementine and the tiny one was called Eve. It was Clementine that really held Graham's interest and Sheila could easily understand why with her perky boobs and the nicely shaped backside that never stopped moving as she stirred the dirty clothes. It looked so nice to Sheila that she wanted to drag the girl into. I kissed her mouth lovingly, wanting to taste her saliva. After we broke our kiss regretfully, Miss Morgan sat in her chair, brushing her short lustrous black hair back. I was about to sit in the other chair when I saw her pat her lap and grin at me. “Come sit, you can help me grade these quizzes,” she said with a smile. “Sure,” I replied, laughing some as I carefully sat down on her lap. She scooted the chair up and divided the stack of tests into two piles, one for me and one for her. She. I had a wry smile on my face as I sat opposite her wondering what, if anything, she had on under the robe.As we talked, and I found her broken English accent so damn sexy it was difficult to keep control, she did relax a little and make herself more at home and I think the drink was helping that, it was only when she asked for a refill that I realised just how aroused I was, I know she saw the bulge but didn’t say anything and while I was fixing the drinks I undid another button, only 2 to.