But I was a little weireded out by having this conversation with my mother and I could tell that she was too. She went toward the kitchen and I high t...ailed it up stairs and hid in my room. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to face her for a little while and I was right.And that is how things went up until last night. We did our best to avoid each other and we didn't talk. We both occupied ourselves with what ever we could so that we wouldn't have to talk. Meals were unavoidably awkward and. "Need? Not so much. For some reason I think I can wait for a little while now." Good," Allison playfully pushed at her. "Then unless you want me in your lap also you'd better move because I've got some catching up to do." That's not fair," Anastasia protested with a giggle but moved to sit next to me. "It's not my fault you were being such a prissy bitch." Who said 'fair' had anything to do with it?" Allison answered sliding into my now vacant lap and twisting her arms around my neck. Seconds. " I really want your cock. Damn, your cock feels so good, hard and throbbing in my hand, but I know that it will feel even better in my mouth and my cunt. I need to get it inside of me." Once the button yielded, the pants themselves relaxed away from her body, making her fully available to my touch, no panties shielding her dampness. I insert a finger, and then a second, and a third, easily into her wetness. Marina groans, her labia flexing fiercely, as if willing me to finger her more deeply.. There is something unexpected in my vision: it is a red envelope with my name in flowery lettering across the top. I glance over at my office staff but no-one is looking in my direction. Not one. The envelope smells fruity; strawberries, or raspberries, maybe. I stare at the writing; I recognise it. Perhaps it is Marie's "J" or Susie's "N." Perhaps it is all of the girls, each having written a letter. I check again for them looking towards me, but they are more focused on the bar opposite. It's.