"Come here Bobby," Tim said smiling. "Kathy will be busy for a few minutes. I have heard that to get the most and stickiest juice you have to go reall...y deep. She may even need to get her hand in all the way to her wrist. Why don't you help your mom at this end for a few minutes? Sit here beside me."Bobby reluctantly moved to sit beside Tim while Kathy concentrated on getting her fingers into her mom's pussy."Kathy, if you fold your thumb across your palm you can get in farther," Tim said to the. In her anger she had forgotten him. He was alone, the other man already gone. “Can I get a refill?” Karen took the coffee pot to his table and filled the mug. “You okay?” he said. She rested the coffee pot on the table. “Yes. Why do you ask?” “I don’t know. Something’s different about you today. I just wondered, is all.” She wondered too, studied him, wondered if he actually cared. Why else would he ask? “It’s nothing,” she said, forcing a smile. “I had something on my mind, something I want. One day i was in the school toilet and heard someone moaning. And the voice was comming from one of the toilets so, i waited for that person to come out. And it was Emily my best friend. She was watching porn on her phone and was masturbating.Before this day i had never mastubated. When Emily saw me she got scared and looked at me in shock. I asked her what was that noise she was making. She was my best friend so, she spilled everything. And showed me porn for the first time.It was something. Her hair wasn’t layered it just stopped, and the fringe was surely all wrong for her round face. It looked like her wretched mother cut it in three minutes flat.“Well we could just ask. I thought girls are always changing their hair?” I sat next to her, arms and thighs touching.“Other girls are.”“It wouldn’t cost anything.”Faye didn’t speak. I put an arm round her, and she leaned into me at least.“She was one of my pupils,” I carried on, “seven years ago. Now she’s a hairdresser and she’d love.