As I walked down the long hallway I could feel her eyes on me and I turned to look over my shoulder, she was smiling at me and waved me on.I could fee... the stiff lacey layers of the peti-slip against my bare legs as I walked, my hands at my side could feel the fullness of my skirt. It felt strange to be dressed this way but I did not want to test Aunt Rose’s patience. Mom had warned me that “Aunt Rose is not used to back talk, you be good and do exactly as she says or you’ll be in real. Sarah was wise enough to know that Karlie wasn't completely blameless. But millions of men find themselves in similar situations – with someone near to them, a child, a niece and family friend, trying to gain influence by using sexuality. Almost every one of them was mature enough to recognize it and avoid it tactfully. Still, when you're caught, blaming it on the barely-legal girl is pretty low class."Lover, you got me close," Sarah said softly. "Can I get on top of you?"Adam saw no reason to. She brought her legs together and pointed them up into the air, forcing me to kneel upright as I lifted them from the ankles to drop on the floor. She dropped her legs, spreading them wide open as she did so, revealing to me the most perfect pussy I had ever imagined.A small neatly trimmed triangle of soft downy blonde hair seemed to point to where she wanted my mouth to go. I hesitated. I knew the theory well enough and had only minutes before, felt what she had done to me but still, this was. So in fact it was her who spoke, ‘so why is my horse not ready, boy!?’Terry managed to reply, ‘I’m sorry my Lady, please let me do it at once.’‘Very well, but move yourself!’‘Err, which horse my Lady?’‘Black Prince, you imbecile.’With a ‘yes my Lady,’ Terry ran to saddle the black Arabian. This stable was larger, better built and even more comfortable than his own. As he came out of the stable he passed Watson who still looked awful but was now clothed with a shovel in hand. He couldn’t look at.