CREAM “Yes, mommy is here.” I pull her off the ground and embrace her tightly. She smelled of coconut milk, her favourite bath gel. I bury my face in her hair and I'm filled with peace. I missed this child much more than I realize. “Mommy you're hurting me.” She murmured and i instantly release her and set her down.“Wow Prudy, you have gotten so big.”She twirled for me to see that she indeed has grown, and i am hit with guilt for missing out on so much of her life. “Who is this?” she points unabashedly at Vaughn.I almost forgot he was here. And I have no idea how I am supposed to introduce him, what do I say? We were not exactly friends, and it would be too weird to say my professor was here with me. “Hello little lady. My name is Vaughn. What is your name?” he says with a smile, saving me.She tilts her head to the side to watch him carefully and then decides she likes him but Prudy likes everybody. “My name is Prudy. I like your n

CLOTHES Judge Taylor snorts. “You blew your chance when you had it.” She was talking about when I literally blew up my car. I wince and walk back to my seat. Shame filling me so much that I don't even try to take Prudy back, even when I feel Vaughn's eyes on me, I don't look up at him. “Roxanne-elizabeth, the family is having dinner together, you should come.”I look up to find my mother staring down at me, she does not look like she heard my conversation with the Judge, but I knew it was only a matter of time before ass licking Judge Taylor would run her mouth to my mother. Pulling myself up, my bones creaked, the weariness from the long flight was starting to tell on me. “You aren't family. Leave the child and go.” “He's staying mother dearest.” I don't have to argue too much on the matter as there are a few guests left, Elizabeth three won't want to cause a scene. Prudy stirred awake as we trudged to the main dining room. I smile at

BODY“This was the last will and testament of the late Mrs. Yvonne Cicconati.” A stout lawyer with beady, rheumy eyes says as he mops his face with his handkerchief. It is not hot, but the glares and impatience radiating off the Harringtons make him sweat. “Get on with it.” My father snaps.My mouth curls up in a smile. I'm thoroughly enjoying this. I sit back against Yvonne's dining table. One condition for reading the will was it should read at her house. She knew this would irk the Harringtons a great deal. I for one never expected the Elizabeths to be here.“”My Summer house is to go to my great grand daughter, Prudence Harrington when she is eighteen years of age.””My father makes a noise at the back of his throat and i am pleased. Her Summer house made at least two hundred thousand dollars in the summer. That should be enough to pay for college for her. “”My house here in Kennebunkport should go to my son, Anderson Cicconati, only after h

BULGE“What are you doing?” I ask as I eye her form. She stood in front of me with her hands wide open, as if waiting for something. “There are tits everywhere, I am only trying to catch some for myself.” She pointed to the obvious cleavage on my chest and back to her almost bare chest.I snicker and continue applying my make up, I was going full out, no more light make up. The type you see on I*******m models, I even got the sharp razor end of the eye liner right, if you don’t believe Me, ask Jessica. “And is this even school appropriate attire?” I look down at the white, sleeveless corset top i was wearing, my cleavage was on full display, tan and shiny, like the chocolate fountain you just cannot resist. The micro mini denim skirt I was wearing did not leave a lot for the imagination, I could bend over and the black thong I am wearing underneath would be on full display. “I'm going for extra classes not school. Besides, the plan is to seduce him, I can do this much.” I smile at

HOLE He felt warm through the fabric of his pants. He twitched and swelled in my palm, making my throat run dry. My palm cupped his swelling manhood and i can not believe it. I love my hand ever so slightly up and down. I clenched myself in rhythm with the up and down movement. It took everything not to moan out loud here in his classroom. Vaughn was visibly struggling with his morals and ethics. A low groan spills from his lips. His eyes are starting to darken and i make sure we don't break eye contact as I rub on his shaft. His eye brows tighten, his jaws clenched in a visible attempt to stop himself from moaning. A fight he was losing as his breath had quicken. We hear someone walking to the classroom, our heads simultaneously turn to the open door and jumps away from me. His eyes wide and anxious. We are a few feet apart, he literally jumped back, when a girl pops into the classroom, but she does not see us as her nose is buried in the