This brought a scowl from her mother. After dinner most of Grace's family had gone to their rooms as if knowing that Mrs. Jenkins was just getting sta...rted. "Other than the fact that you have the worst job in the world, honey, I see you've also lost your sense of fashion." "Mom, why in the world would you say that?" "Because your hair makes me want to throw up, and your clothes are even worse. I spit up in my mouth when I look at you!" Matty sat quietly in the corner, transfixed at how mean. She would be bathed and dressed, ready for the class every day. Her hair neatly parted and combed, and most of the days she wore a saree and a blouse. The blouse showed off part of her neck and shoulders and sometimes I could get a glimpse of her tummy from behind the pallu of her saree. It was an enchating experience to see her, watch her, smell her so much up close. I desperately wished to see her hips. I wished to see them sway as she walked, watch the round, fleshy buttocks swing about with. If my last orgasm had been bad this one was terrible because my mind did not want it and worse physically it hurt. The spike in my penis stopped the come from leaving me and made my dick and balls ache as if pulled and kicked and I moaned and bucked underneath her increasing her pleasure as she saw my distressed orgasm. Finally to my relief my orgasm was over and so was Dura’s. However she leered at me and said ?that was nice and I can tell you did not enjoy coming! Shame now you belong to. He then took note of the mounds beneath the blouse, now realizing they were probably a little larger than his wife’s had been, but it was hard to tell for sure through a blouse and bra. One pale white arm hung off the side of the bed carelessly, with the other framing her beautiful, delicate face, resting on the splayed bed of long, jet black hair. Her cheeks puffed out just a little with a slight blush and her thick, pink lips formed a pout. Her nostrils flared rhythmically as she breathed.