Illustrations everywhere. Illustrations pinnedon the walls, taped to the glass window by her door and scattered all overher desk. Her drafting table w...as just as cluttered but she seemed to knowexactly what she wanted because she edged it out as she began to talk:"These are the ads for the last five years. Classics, identical andboring."I was looking at magazine ads taken from the publications and pasted ontoposter board. Each showing a mother with a little girl in some form ofactivity. The one. As we were parting for the night he remarked cryptically that anything that happened in his house was perfectly safe and not to worry. I asked him what he meant, but he just smiled and walked away.The next morning, I awoke early and felt my wife snuggling up to me . . . except that I was no longer married! I opened my eyes to see, in the morning shadows, a beautiful Asian girl in bed with me. I ran my hands over her body and discovered she was wearing only a light top and bikini panties. I was. " Yes, I like a big teenage cock. Speaking of teenage cock, you said Helen was a teacher. I wonder if she fucked any of her students. That seems to be quite common these days." Knowing Helen, I'm sure she did, but I'll find out all about it from her. It would really turn me on if she did." "Me too", my mother replied.When I got home, Helen said my dad called and had to go out of town suddenly for a couple of days. Helen asked me where I had been. I told her I had been at my mothers lifting. "All the more reason to get an early night," Ellen insisted, makingPaige giggle before heading into her bedroom, emerging a short whilelater with a make-up free face and a knee-length t-shirt covering herbody."Better?" The Scottish girl asked."MUCH better," Ellen giggled, before turning to the flat's main tenant."We're waiting..." Umm, Ellen," Natalie whispered, grimacing at her younger sister'sdefiant attitude."Do- do you know who I am?" Amelie asked."Yep," Ellen replied, folding her arms.