One of my hands was cupping a well-rounded breast while the other was fondling a silky-soft pussy. Saying that this sexy-soft female was a woman migh...t be stretching it a bit. She was really little more than a girl. But no, goddamnit she was a woman fully grown and matured! Why, just this week she had reached the milestone of celebrating her 18th birthday! That girl had just past her 8th birthday on the day I married her mother ten years ago. I became a husband and an instant father on. Screw ‘em!There were a couple of problems with my theory, however. Number one, I didn’t have a job, so I was still dependent on them for food and shelter. Number two, my father had always been a disciplinarian. I don’t know how many times I had my panties pulled down to my ankles and received a spanking or whipping of some kind between the ages of twelve and the present, which only made me more defiant, especially after I graduated from high school. It was my life, and who the Hell did he. She had practiced smiling and winking for an hour this afternoon, and she put that to good use. Mary now knelt down and undid Mr Foster's breeches, gently releasing his cock. Mr Foster sighed, he was relaxed. Mary took him in her mouth but made no attempt to hurry him.The smiling top girl lowered her head and started licking. The bottom girl moaned. Although they had been taught this, bottom girl actually loved it. More licking and more moaning. Now top girl raised a finger and pointed it at Mr. I’d learnt to swim in this pool, and then swam for miles and miles there. I’d won races, medals, certificates and badges, time was, my photograph was on one of the walls of the cafeteria, a 14-year-old embarrassed by his own body, but chuffed to bits with his ‘swimmer of the year’ cup! As I walked in, I expected to see Monica – the ever-present receptionist – behind the glass fronted office inside the doorway. But both office and Monica had long gone, and replaced by an open plan arrangement.