‘Do you want to go sit outside? Oh, and I made a pitcher of margaritas, if you would like one.’ ‘I would love one. I could use one after going t...hrough mom’s closet.’ The afternoon was warm and the trees swayed lazily in the breeze. Sarah laughed when she looked at the lawn chairs Pete had set out. ‘I had no idea these were still around.’ Pete smiled proudly. ‘Yup, your dad gave them to me last year. I just scraped the twenty years of paint off and refinished them.’ Sarah sat in the chair and. M. on Sunday evening when Claire finally arrived home. I was there with her and Jason for much of the next two and a half days. (The only times I wasn’t there was when I had to make a trip home for clothes and toiletries for Claire and me.)The long weekend was a mash-up of all kinds of things. Some of the time I’d watch as Jason bedded Claire, making her squeal and moan as he took her to the heights of climax time and time again with his huge cock. Some of the time I’d watch as Claire would. "Yes, Mr. Abram, I wasn't thinking". He nodded, she was dismissed. As she walked out of the door "Remember next time Susan". He had had a note to talk to her about her time keeping, but hewas not about to encourage her to march into her office. She would learn to show a bit of respect. He would send for her later and tear her off a strip. He was looking forward to it. Mr. Morrisey had his meeting the following Wednesday. A private chat over sherry with the Chairman of Assessments. Morrisey was. All the time my cock was so hard it hurt.She then removed her halter to reveal the biggest boobs I had ever seenup until that time. She had me suck on her breasts as if I were anewborn baby.After I had my "treat", she opened her bag that she had brought in withher and produced a jar of what looked like cold cream and a packet ofwhat appeared to be pixie dust. She took the dust and sprinkled it overand caused me to tingle all over; then she applied some of the cream tomy chest.She said to me.