. “Are we going home, daddy? Together?” “Sure, plum, just let me get your stuff.” “No need to,” Amaura said, pointing at her large hat. �...It’s all here.” She puckered her lips, leaned forward. “Wanna see?” Julius’ mind halted for a couple moments, unsure how to interpret her words, and her movement, putting even more of that wonderful cleavage on display. Those large soft orbs... they must... No. No. Julius steeled his will and looked at his daughter’s hat. It had turned transparent, showing her. ‘Principal Martin? Tom Marx. Major Tom Marx when I am on duty. I understand you are calling to inquire about Jonas Simms, who I know as Lieutenant Jonas Simms, USMCR.’ ‘Uh, yes Mr. Marx. I’m going to put you on speaker here. Father David Elkins is with me. We have the responsibility of hiring a new teacher and are considering hiring Jonas Simms.’ ‘Hire him.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘Hire him. No one will do a better job for you. No one will work harder. No one will be better for your kids to be. One day a former friend of mine called up; let's name her Bea. We haven't been very close. She and my ex-husband didn't get along with each other. When the news of my divorce reached her, she got in touch with me. Bea was married too, and unlike me, she gave birth to two c***dren. She asked me for a squash match, our favorite sport of bygone days, so we met at the local sports center. We had a pretty good game, fought like two tigresses, and didn't give away a score. When taking a shower, Bea. When she had me hard, she moved to sit on my lap, her back to my chest. She had lifted up her skirt, and I felt her labia on my dick. She shifted a bit and moved so that she could rub my dick against her pussy and slide down on it, fully embedding my dick in her steaming tunnel, sighing softly as she settled.I hoped that it would look like she was just sitting on my lap to the cabin crew if they walked by, but they were all sitting in the galley talking, so maybe they wouldn’t even notice. I.