“Lead, Follow or get out of the way,” was a figure of speech my father said all the time. Getting out of the way wasn’t an option and no one was... telling me what to do. I had to lead and that meant making a decision.Strangely, It was something Lindsay had said before about it being better to ask forgiveness than permission, that helped me to decide what to do. I couldn’t ask Dad’s permission right now, but given the circumstances, Charity had to be punished, and no one else was going to do. I crawled on the bed next to him and stroked him lightly. I pulled my panties off and let him see his first real pussy. I took his hand and guided it between my legs. I moved his fingers up my slit until, moaning lightly, his finger found my clit. I helped him lightly massage it as I explained to him what it was. After a couple second of that I told him to push a finger inside me. I was soaking wet and he started finger fucking me with ease. I told him how good it felt and to imagine his cock. So near and yet so far. It wasn’t the worst outcome, but it would take the shine off everything. But then why call in this expert, Giorgio? I had butterflies in my stomach but put on my best face for Elizabeth. Within fifteen minutes, we were standing on the street outside the Art Institute. “Are you ready?” I asked. “Yes, if you are.” We entered through the front doors and this time it was Elizabeth’s turn to stand and stare as I had a few days earlier. “Signorina! Buongiorno,” said the. I had been watching in my rear-view mirror after I stopped in the garage. She was walking behind the little push mower. Luckily she hadn’t lived here long enough to know you hire a service to do the lawn work in Houston. Fuck this humidity, but it worked out in my favor, sort of. Her ass swaying opposite her breasts with each heaving step. Her yard was on a bit of an incline. Her skin was wet with a coating of sweat making her glow like a Nubian princess walking on the banks of the Nile, her.