Still red-faced from caning the boys, the Headmaster shook his head in despair; “Lisa Simpson; why am I not surprised that you’re back to see me?�...�� he sighed as I sauntered into his study. The room had its own peculiar stale smell which I would never forget; wood polish, musty books, Brylcream and ink. While I explained why Mr. Flanders had sent me out of his class; the Headmaster read my report card; although he must have known it off by heart as he’d read it so many times in the last. Good experience for ya." What? Oh ... You want me to do it?" Josh took my crescent wrench and I nodded, watching as he started undoing the bolts for his battery connections."Remind yourself to bring a wire brush when we come back out here, clean those cables up," I said. "You gotta take care of your truck, dude." Yeah, I know..." he frowned."Righty tighty..." I giggled, " ... Lefty loosey." If uh, I mean, are you gonna see her? When she comes up?" Josh asked me as he was working on getting the. I did notice that there was no more fake-snivelling, and in fact a couple of giggles were audible before very long.As we sat on the quilts drinking that welcome cuppa, Adrian cleared his throat.“Mum and Dad have asked if you two would like to spend Christmas with us?”Ah. That was serious. The Carters thought that Julie and I were their childrens’ other halves, and another invitation to stay meant that they were encouraging the relationships. It would make it even more difficult in due course. It was wonderful. The taste and the feel and the smell. At the moment,Annie didn't care if she ever had to make Olivia's little dick happyagain. She was at the altar of almighty pussy, and it was good.Bella ground her face in hard, until Annie could barely dart her hertongue in and out. Bella wished she had handcuffs to restrain her. Maybea paddle to spank her.Annie was a domme? Hah. She was the fucking domme around here. Thefucking sissies were wimps, and Annie was pliable. She was in control,.