‘Mr Michaels, I really must protest...’ she hauled up short when she spotted me. ‘Oh, Miss Adams, you’re here...’ she trailed off.‘Hello, ...iss Williams,’ I smiled sweetly. Andy turned to me and said calmly, ‘Thank you Nikkie, I think those are excellent ideas so let’s meet tomorrow morning if we can, to organise implementation.’‘You’re welcome Mr Michaels, and good night. Good night to you too, Miss Williams.’ ‘Oh yes, and to you Miss Adams.’As I left Andy’s office I heard him say with a sigh,. It gave him the perfect view of her ass, curves and legs, once he pulled the sheet down. Her choice of pyjamas, an old nightie, slightly too small for her, just made her an even easier target for his lust. The white fabric clung to her skin and accentuated her small, immature curves.He began feeling along her toned thighs, tracing his fingers along her smooth porcelain skin. His cock was hard and pressing against his briefs by the time he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her nightie to. Jason belongs with a NASCAR team. He came here because he needed to make peace with what happened with his friends. He’s ready to get back in the game. But he needs you with him to do that. Go, Abbie. Marry Jason, have a bunch of kids, and raise them as NASCAR fans!”“But what about the kids here?”“Ask Matthew what he thinks. I daresay he’ll agree with me. It’s not like you can’t visit or we can’t visit.”“But who’ll watch the kids?”“Who watched them before you?” I asked gently.“Veronica.”“We’ll. She couldn't take it any more when Brian started round two with each of the girls, and she left to go visit Stacy Johnston, who, to Patty's intense disgust, wanted to talk about boys.For two more days Patty watched as Liz or Beth, or both of them together found ways to be alone with Brian. And each time she knew what was going on behind the closed door, or in the back seat of the car, or wherever. Her pussy stayed wet.It was the next morning when it occurred to Patty that, based on her last.