His hands had her pussy leaking again. She couldn’t control it. Soon she was twitching as he’d come close to her slit. Patrick observed the change... He slowly added some trips down her butt crack to his pattern of rubbing. Minutes later, with her tits smashed on the patio she raised her ass into the air. Patrick dribbled more oil. Now he was massaging her cheeks, not just rubbing over them.He worked his way down her thighs and her legs, to her feet and her toes, which made her giggle. And back. “Erin, YOU need to talk to us. We are going to be shooting in the dark hoping to hit the target, but you know what is wrong. You know. When we started this relationship, it was you who was not sure. When Lynn had the incident, you were the one who knew she was guilty. You were the one that didn’t think you loved us enough to do anything to defend us.”“When Paul was gone, you were the one who started looking at other men.” Lynn spoke as if she was coming to a realization.“I didn’t mean to do. Trudy had achieved a number of delicious "firsts." Missy's first verygrown up all black lingerie, Missy's first nylons and suspenders, andMissy's first waist cinching undergarment.Trudy had promised to make a" big grown up girl" of Missy on the day ofher new brother's first day in the household, and much to Grace's warmdelight she was obviously delivering on her promise.The two women were soon lost in an hours heavenly delight oftransforming their little pet into a proper grown up party. All the students would enthusiastically join me in singing along, something which might not happen in just any American classroom. When Christmas-time came, the English department held a big festival. The students sang carols with perhaps poor pronunciation but in such a spirit of merriness and good will… that I can only hope to hear again. Honestly, I was depressed setting off for my Thailand sojourn and this kind of cultural optimism, (along with an exotic and challenging environment,).