Angie went over to the cupboard and looked inside. She picked out my brush and held it up.She said, “Is this yours?”So I said, “Yes.”She climb...d up onto the bed and walked around to stand behind me. Then she started brushing my hair. I didn’t know how to react to that. I’ve never had a little kid brush my hair before. At first it was weird but then it was okay. I guess she was pretty gentle but she knocked me with her cast a few times.In the meantime, I noticed that Bec had unbuttoned Dan’s. Bridget was the only one of us not dressed as a showgirl when she droppedthe girls and me at the station.And sure enough I met with the headmistress when I arrived at the schooland she clocked me as Gillian's father as soon as we arrived. "I see,Emmanuelle, that you have taken my words to heart about being lessrepressive." How did you know who I am?" Well, I know Bridget well as we went to school together and your wifetexted me to ask if we have any vacancies as you have just lost your job.It. So I get about a bit."Then we were back in the shop. Without hesitating she went for the cafeand I had to run and catch up, tugging her hand. That latte had runthrough me, pooled heavily in my bladder and I needed to go.She just laughed when I baulked at the female toilet door. "Where elseare you going to go, young lady?" With eyes on the floor tiles I creptinside, like a real woman was going to start screaming, and rapidlylocked myself into a cubicle. While I grappled with the. Her pulsating walls, her sweet juices, the movement of her hips, her moans, the look in her face, her nails tearing open the skin on my chest... Ain't nothing like it. Her walls convulsed as another orgasm ran through that lewd devil's body. Shortly after that, my own orgasm was triggered deep within her. She smiled at me through her gray eyes a smile so full of love. She lay down next to me, and caressed my chest. I was already halfway lost in my dreams as I felt her pet my hair, and heard her.