84 Miiister pleaaase. 2 (1/2)

”This sheepskin is very sweet, is not it my little Emie? Fufufu”

She blushes, it's fun. ”Lisa not here, even the bodyguards are embarrassed and turn their heads. Take away that misplaced hand right away, you're obsessed.”

”My little Emie is so dishonest. Give kisses to your big sister in lack of love.”

I'll laugh if it continues. I know I should not to tease her that way but her reactions are too funny. Outch, it hurts. ”If you continue it's not your hand that I pinch but your big buttocks of woman in heat.”

A moment after receiving these unjustified threats, a woman enters the living room. No, it can not be her. It can not in any case be my beautiful, my charming and always so well dressed Madam Flint. Where is his charm? What happened to the woman that all students and all the entire teachers were looking at with lust? Has time been right of her desire to take care of her and please? The fire that burned between my thighs has just died out and my hope collapsed just as this fat woman dressed in a plaid robe with a red complexion typical of the alcoholic has crossed the threshold of the door. If she wore yellow rubber boots, it would perfectly complement her current decadent image. My lovely beloved teacher has turned into a udder milker. When I see her smile on his big face puffed by alcohol, it makes me want to back but I would not give my sheepskin to anyone, so I show courage and I resist.

Udder milker. ”Lisa? It's really you? It makes me so happy to see you again my little Lisa. But you should have chosen a more convenient time to pass, I would have offered you a plum brandy that I personally make.”

What to answer to this so generous invitation? What are these voices? ”Damn Davon look it's really her. She is even more beautiful in reality than on television. I would really like to be in the place of sheepskin.”

”I'm going to put on pajamas, my underpants will not contain my joy.”

Udder milker. ”Davon, Kevin, stop your rude talk to our guests. Lisa is one of my former students, so do not be ashamed of mom. Sorry, they are my eldest sons. They are 15 and 16 years old. The youngest is now almost 8 years old but he has a very deep sleep, so you're unlikely to meet him tonight.”

I wonder if coming here was a good idea. ”Do not worry about that, Mrs. Flint. I introduce you to my little sister Emie. She will soon be 15 years old. Behind us, these are my bodyguards so do not be afraid of their imposing stature.”

”Are your thighs warmed up ladies?”

Does not this man see that his wife is here? ”Ha yes we thank you for your kindness Mister Flint.”