You see, you are sexless. You have the physical body of a hot, modern thrity-five year old woman, but you don't enjoy it! If I had a body like your's,...I'd be doing just about anybody! Wait, I already do that... but, back to my point... you don't enjoy your body. When was the last time you enjoyed touching yourself... bringing yourself to orgasm? Or... better yet.... when was the last time you let somebody else bring you to orgasm?" I'm not on trial here!"Ron quickly turned around to face Carol,. “Will that be all, Miss?” I asked. Jennifer looked up briefly and simply dismissed me with a wave of her hand. I suppressed the natural feeling of humiliation and steeling myself, returned to the kitchen. I was furious with myself for being manipulated into this ‘impossible’ situation. How could Jennifer be so off-hand, after almost begging for my help? I sat there fuming and sulking, when the hand-bell rang again.“Peter, there are some cream-cakes in the refrigerator. Could you fetch. Her only ally at the meeting was the Chairman of the Board of Education. She felt like her head was in the proverbial vice, as her tension headache raged. She hoped that she could just hop into a warm bath. Instead, she was forced to wear a fake smile."Sandy. It's nice to see you. Derek tells me that you two are an item," said Veronica, as she gave Sandy a somewhat tepid hug."It's true, Mrs. Carson. You're son's an amazing guy," smiled Sandy."Now who are these lovely young women?" asked. “Ohhhh,” she winced. “Slow down a little. Your cock’s too big; you gotta give a girl a chance to adjust.” She wiggled her ass, her hand repositioning his cock, and settled on him tentatively.Mortified by his lack of thoughtfulness, the boy froze, his back arched in a permanent bow with his prick and his step-mother at the apex.“Ugh,” she grunted, biting her lower lip. She relaxed her thighs, letting more of her weight come to bear on the prick trying to enter her bowels. Her hand was thrust.