Jessica sat for a while, holding her friend close for comfort and stroking her back gently."Now calm down and tell Jessica all about it," she urged.Em...ly looked up at her and asked, "Am I really a bad person, Jessica? Do you think I am?"Jessica leant forward and kissed Emily on the end of her nose, "Of course not, but even good people make mistakes. Now, tell me about it."Then, to Emily's surprise, Jessica kissed her again, on the lips this time."Well, I've been getting bad grades from one of. I was, like, man as long as I can eat your pussy whenever Iwant, I don't care what you make me wear in public.I'm not sure whether it was because I was going down on Mom so often, orbecause our "sessions" were lasting longer and longer - when I got mytongue up inside her I never wanted to quit - but after a month or so Inoticed that my tongue was a little irritated, or something. Like, whenI was brushing my teeth I noticed that it seemed to be red and maybejust a little swollen. It didn't seem. She was kneeling on the floor, her knees poking out of the bottom of her grey sixth form skirt, as she stroked my aching dick. It was throbbing from the rush of blood and was acting like a beacon, calling her hand to stroke its length. She stared at it as she worked it watching the pre-cum dripping from the tip which she rubbed into my dick without hesitation; at 17 she was clearly no beginner. I tried to examine her body with my eyes all the while keeping an alert eye out for anyone who might. “Well-deserved praise, Mum. Trust me. From one domestic type to another, I’m very impressed! I’m pretty decent as a homemaker, but you’ve got me beat by a country mile!” Lisa Baker assured Mrs. Lewis, the future Mrs. Willie Sloane.“And coming from Lisa, that’s very high praise indeed, trust me!” Jeff simultaneously managed to compliment both his hostess and his wife.“Well, darling, I shall take that very much to heart, thank you! I was brought up a certain way, but very conservative Rhodesians.