Now he won’t believe my carefully prepared story about my ailing auntie that needs expensive medicines, and I may have to actually fuck the sucker, ...if I can find his prick, that is. At least, as it used to be, it wouldn’t have been much of a sacrifice. As my sister, Tina Twattie, once said when fondling a not-so-well-endowed vicar for the week’s take, “Well, this won’t be much of a sin!”But, OH NO! You have to cum up with yet another of your patented sicko quack remedies for his tiny twinkie.. I mean, the figure's good but it doesn't really look like you or Brit. It's kind of a cross between you." He picked up a brown pencil and began coloring something. "Hold still." He said absently."I'd better go talk to Brooke." Ms. Barsoom said as she left the room.Shalon began muttering about color and shadows and I figured this was a good time to be quiet and sit still. I heard the bell ring for Homeroom but it wasn't like we did anything useful in there and Shalon was still working. After a. . Your hands are caressing the curves that go in and the curves that go out. I am glad to be a woman and desired by you.I can't resist cupping my own breasts. Massaging them, pushing them up and together. I look down to see the soap creaming prettily on my flesh. No wonder womens bodies are coveted and adored. How soft and beautiful we are.My imagination is running wild. Moaning softly in the steam of the shower, I imagine your hands on my breasts. My nipples already hard, beg for my fingers to. " Tina felt like she was witnessing an erotic version of Good Cop-Bad Cop with the shy demeanor of her mother and the more aggressive and unapologetic nature of Stephanie's mom becoming apparent. "Tell me what you girls were going to do to each other." Mrs. Sheffield leaned her shoulder against Tina's mom. "Well, uh, play." Stephanie fought to make the explanation. "Play?" Mrs. Lackes seemed completely at ease. "Like this?" She wrapped her arms around Tina's mom and kissed her, her lips.