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s****r Victoria's Secret
Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster
never knew what was going to happen, so you didn't assume anything. I remained standing, since my skirt and blouse were still pretty damp, while s****r Victoria went to her door and opened it, waiting for my mom to find her way down the hall. "s****r Victoria?" I heard my mom's voice before I saw her, and I turned towards the doorway so she wouldn't see how wet my behind was. "Yes I am. And you must be Becky's mother. Come in, please..." The nun gestured and my mom stepped into the room, looking pretty nice, I thought, all dressed up in a navy blue suit. She looked like a lawyer, especially with her hair pinned up, or an FBI agent. But that was probably just my nerves. "Becky!" My mom looked at me, a little concerned. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed." She walked over and felt my forehead, like any mother would I suppose, running her cool soft hand to my cheek. "You're not sick, are you?" "No mom." I shook my head. "I, uh...I'm okay," "She's fine, Ms. Daniels, we were just having a little talk. Won't you sit down?" s****r Victoria looked at me. "Becky, you can stay if you want to, or wait outside if you'd prefer." The twelve year old me wanted to run away, afraid of what was going to be said, but that was ridiculous. I wasn't really twelve, was I? I was doing my job, so I bit my lip and looked at my mom. She had no idea what was going on though, so she couldn't help. "I'll uh, stay." I ... sounded very uncertain, but both of the women let it go. "Okay, why don't you sit at my desk then. There's some Breath Savers in the top drawer, if you want one." She smiled and I blushed hard at that, but did as she asked. "Now, Ms. Daniels, I..." "Call me Stacy." My mom said. "Okay, Stacy. I usually meet with my students, and their parents as soon as possible, and I'm sorry we didn't get a chance before now." My mom waved the apology away and s****r Victoria continued. "I don't see all the girls, of course, only a few. The...Special ones, you might say." "Special?" My mom looked at the nun. "In what way? I don't understand." "What I mean is that I specialize in girls who are under particular stress, like new students who have just moved to the area, for example..." "I see..." My mom was nodding but the nun wasn't finished. "...or girls who come from broken homes, living with one parent. And girls, like Becky, who are obviously intelligent, but also possess a certain...flair, you might say." "A flair?" My mom made a little face that I couldn't read. "I have a group, Stacy, one that caters to the needs of c***dren like Becky. Girls who are more advanced than their peers. Girls who enjoy special relationships with adults, with their mothers, to be more specific." "Advanced? Special relationships...?" My mom considered the nun's words carefully. She was no fool, my mother. ...