But ... what should we do?" she tried again."First, I'm going to meet with Mrs. Paget at the school tomorrow afternoon. Then I'll have a talk to Tim a...nd see if he'll tell me what's bothering him." I wish I were there. He's never had a problem before, Brent." He's never been yanked out of his social environment before either. Adding to that, his mother is only home three nights a week. I don't think it should be a surprise that he's struggling a bit. I agree with Mrs. Paget ... we want to nip. We were having tea suddenly I took up the topic of chachu suddenly she started to cry heavily I consoled her in many times but I couldn’t control. I said I can understand what ur going through and I said that I know you don’t have child and u can call me your son. I took her hand in my hand and once again i started to console her in a breaking voice I heard ,u really don’t what am going through you are too small to know all these stuff which are required for an adult women.In a slow voice I. .."Krista's mouth slid off of his cock with a pop. "Ok, daddy." she reached up with her pussy juice covered hand and grabbed him by the chin and slid her tongue into his mouth. He grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her mouth closer. He was kissing her like a daddy, not a father.Krista pulled away, flashing him a devilish smile and stepped out of the car. She shut the door and wiggled her ass as she walked away. At first she thought he wasn't going to follow, then she heard his car. Her hair, which was dyed with streaks of red and had strings of beads and braids running through out it, was pulled in a large, high ponytail, and it flared out like a feather duster. She had a pair of goggles on, resting across the middle of her hair, they had a complex look, several straps and tube running out of it. In seeing this, he moved his eyes back down, noticing a series of straps, cords, and tubes connecting and holding her rig together. Rig was a good word for this get-up. ‘Hon,’.