Ellen paced the halls for a good 40 minutes, finally the door opened. Sheexpected George to come out first. Rather it was Fred with a concernedexpre...ssion on his face."Where's my husband?" He's inside trying to compose himself." Why want happened?"Fred lamented, "Mrs. Trousdale, we need to talk before he joins us. Wehave a big problem. It's your husband. The first time I questioned hismemory, he broke down and cried like a disgraced televangelist. Becauseof his non-disclosure agreement. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She turned to me. "Do you need anything from the shops, Nicky? Condoms, Viagra... ?"I shook my head, unable to say anything. This woman had a very strange sense of humour.She went on, "Now promise me you'll behave yourself and only do what the girls want."It was no hardship to make that promise. Mary Black went to find her coat, black wool with a faux fur collar, and as short as her dress. She said g'bye to us and shortly afterwards we heard the front door. Her inner and outer lips were swollen and puffy, almost holding themselves open for him. Her clitoris had become visible as well. The small nub of flesh seemed to call out to him, begging to be touched. Who was he to deny it that much? Eryn suppressed a squeal as she grabbed the edges of her desk tightly. When the urge to cry out passed, she let her mouth drop open, almost gasping for air. What was her body doing? Her lecture had faded into the background by now. Her mind was rapidly being. I don't really know how bra sizes work, but they had to be at least F-cups. My mom's breast would be considered fairly large by most, but these were in a whole nother league.On the ride home she asked all about my schooling, telling me she had heard that I had been getting great grades. I chuckled to myself, imagining if she only knew how those grades were achieved.The next day my mom took the afternoon off and took Grandma out for coffee and to do some shopping.When they got back my mom.