" You meekly reply with your head down."Yes what girl?" The teacher is becoming impatient with you."Yes Sir." You submit to his authority with what he... wants to hear. Mr Hodgkinson loves to hear the word Sir, especially from his female pupils."Good! Now sit down Brittany, I have some work for you to do."You sit down nervously, keeping your eyes on Mr Hodgkinson all the time, watching what he does, awaiting further instructions. After what seems like an eternity, he hands you a slip of paper with. Lonely. Surely Mom and Sue had some emotion involved - what was it? They were not very demonstrative around any of us; maybe they reserved that for their bedroom. The biggest mystery of all was why they'd gotten together in the first place, and why did they remain a couple?I shook off my feelings and went inside and cleaned up the kitchen. When that was done I put on my suit and took a short swim. Around ten, I made a pot of coffee for Mom and Sue, and went upstairs to clean my room.As I. Working fingers over the already over fucked clit, she feels the swollen-ness and cunt juices on her hand. Tenderly she rubs the sweet thing thinking of her man gone. She rubs thinking about the abuse it's gonna get from her while he's away. It wouldn't take much to get off but, she plays nice with it for awhile. He's on the plane in the air by now. Knowing he knows she might be masturbating, she smiles. He has a way of putting smiles on her face. Taken back a day, she sees herself bending. Staring at it, as I perhaps too often did, reminded me of an old print I once saw, by a surrealist. It was supposed to be a copy of Vermeer’s Lacemaker, but had come out as a depiction of the artist’s sister, naked, bending over and about to be penetrated by several imperial phalluses. The sublimity of the artistic moment, it must be noted, is that in the frozen time of the painting the young girl is never exploited: she is only about to become thus violated. Each time I stared at the round,.