“That’s good...” Helen said softly. She paced around Karla in a predatory fashion. She glanced over at her son. “It took a while to force it i...nto her head, but we got there eventually. Doesn’t she look lovely like this?”Helen reached down and trailed her fingertips lovingly down along Karla’s spine, coming to a stop at her tailbone. Jason saw goosebumps erupt over his teacher’s pale skin at the touch as she gave an involuntary shudder.“She does.” Jason said hoarsely. He saw Karla’s hands twitch. I thought about bending over and mooning the opposite side of the street from the top step but didn’t. Fuck them. I knocked and in moments the door opened. Her husband was looking me over and I said, “Hi! I just stopped to tell you guys I’m on my way to Sylvia’s to hang out. I winked at him, turned and jogged down the steps and into my service truck. “Hey!” he yelled. “Are we due for a furnace service?” “I’ll check at the office, let you know.”I grinned to myself thinking Maria would probably. She had always seemed so self-confident. I invited her to come to a dinner-dance organised by my office. We were, at the time, sitting in our favourite seat in the pub, sipping white wine when I popped the question. ‘Dancing and dinners aren’t altogether my thing,’ she said and it seemed to me she said it rather hastily. I tried gently to ask why that was. She was unusually evasive and I pondered on this as we discussed other things. When we got home, my home that is, for Donna had still not. “Shut the fuck up,” I snapped, my mind tingling as my brain waves shot out to hers. “I’m trying to cum on your daughter’s mouth.”Bianca shut the fuck up. Her jaw slammed shut. Her eyes widened, panic crossing her face as she tried to speak. Her jaw refused to move, though her lips twitched. Her large breasts rose and fell beneath her rumpled party dress. She opened her mouth, working her jaw, testing it, but then she tried to speak again, and nothing happened, her eyes growing wilder.“Just.