"Whadda ya doin' in bed this time of day?"I shrugged and tried to pinch off another dribble of urine through conscious effort while maintaining a face... as calm as the corpse I could easily become. "I work nights. I have to sleep sometime."The twitching became a flutter, not unlike the wings of a hyperactive butterfly with its feet caught in an Okefenokee swamp sundew. Suspicion dripped from his voice with the annoying predictability of a leaking faucet at three in the morning. "On a Saturday?"I. ”“And skewering her young friends too,” added Janice, standing up as well. “Recording it all, as though to make quite, quite sure you’ll go to prison for ever such a long time.” She came and sandwiched me between her slightly over-ripe body and Mrs Nering’s.“And the others are not even fifteen,” Mrs Nering stroked my ass.“So obviously I ought to dismiss you and call the police,” said Janice, helping herself to the other cheek. “Year 9! Tut tut.”“If only there were something I could do to make. I deliberatly stroked my dick a bit just to give her the hint of me wanting her . We went down to the car as it was getting late to pick up the children from the school .We didnt talk much in the car , but I wanted to strike a conversation with her so I asked her ” so did you like the massage , chachi ?” she said” yes , is this type of massage given in every spa ?” . I said ” yes most of them offer the service extra ” . She didnt reply , but then suddenly asked me ” do u go to these spa alot ?”. And there were her cats, of course. She managed not to neglect them.She sat down on the grass her back against some ancient oak and yawned. It was a warm night in June and she had been busy since dawn. She fell asleep. As she slept she could have sworn she saw something bright that almost lit up the entire wood, just like six years ago. But she was too tired to react.Hours later she opened her eyes and almost screamed. Two women were standing and looking at her. One of them was carrying a.