I smiled at her, and she took off her sunglasses. ‘Since you’re home, do you want to put your son down for his nap?’ ‘Sure, that would be nic...e.’ I helped pick up her stuff and my son, and took him to his crib. He fussed just a bit, but then fell asleep for what was always a solid hour or slightly more. As I walked back into the living room, Jill sat on the couch. ‘See,’ she said, folding down the top of her bikini bottom just a bit, ‘I tan. It doesn’t show much, and it takes careful work not. He then lets her enjoy the taste of herself. Having investigated, he must go further. Wet and luscious, he places his pulsating hardness inside her, pushing it further and further in. Her hole was made for his cock. Indeed, it was made for many men’s cocks. He cannot wait to explore that tunnel. She eagerly welcomes him aware his will be the first of many more. He lunges back and forward. His member rubs her cunt walls and sometimes her clit. She moans with pleasure with each and every. Connie was wearing a pair of designer jeans that molded themselves to her taut ass and trim legs. Her blouse was pale blue, loose and simply cut and light in weight. And when she was standing sideways in front of a light, her firm breasts were clearly silhouetted in it.Connie smiled at Kim, then went to the door. She opened it and beckoned to the woman standing at the base of the steps.Emily smiled warmly and gracefully came up to the door."I hope I am not late!" she said in her breathy, softly. About an hour later, I sat at the kitchen table cradling a steaming cup of coffee. Again I pondered why Mrs. Walker wanted to see me. Maybe she wanted to apologize for lying. Maybe she had felt compelled to protect her daughter regardless of what she had done. It would take a lot of nerve to face me and I wondered how I would react. Would I forgive her? Unlike the lower grades I used to teach when I was married and lived in New York, there were no teacher/parent conferences at the college level.