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I hope he is. He’s so cute.
She walks out with the girl and the boy from the office, and she stands and talks to them for a moment. I can’t help but smile as I watch them.
Willow is twirling her long hair between her fingers. I’m no body language expert, but even I can see that she’s interested.
How sweet? This is what she needs—a high school romance. She waves goodbye and bounds towards the car, slamming the door shut once she’s inside.
She grins over at me and my heart melts.
I put my hand on her thigh. “What a beautiful smile that is.”
She glances out the front windscreen, looking very pleased with herself, and I pull out of the parking lot, unable to stop myself from smiling the whole way home.
Her being happy makes me happy.
It's 1:00 a.m. and I'm in bed, reading again. I'm wearing my silky black, spaghetti-strap nightgown. I hop up and go into the main house and check the doors again. Mr. Masters comes home tomorrow. I've been so busy with the children since he's been away. I already checked the doors earlier, but because I'm on my own with his children, I always double check the deadlocks so that Sammy can't escape if he happens to sleepwalk. It's my worst fear to wake up in the morning and he is gone. He hasn't had another episode since that first time. Apparently he only does it when there is a change in his home environment. Me arriving set him off. He seems to be settled now, though. I glance over at the stairs. The poor little guy had a bad dream a couple of hours ago. I might just go check on him one more time before I go to bed for the night.
I walk up the stairs in the dimly lit house, treading lightly down the hall. I slowly open the door and check on Willow first. She’s fast asleep, so I close the door behind me. I walk down to Sammy’s room and open the door, grateful to see he’s sleeping like a baby. The sound of his peaceful breathing makes me smile. This child has got me wrapped around his finger so tight, even his breathing makes me melt now. I turn around to go back downstairs when I hear a noise in Mr. Masters bedroom. I stop dead in my tracks.
What the hell was that?
Shit. I’m frozen in place as I listen, but I can definitely hear some rustling.
Oh my God, is someone in his room?
Are we being robbed?
My heart begins to beat furiously.
What do I do?
I slowly walk over to his room, peering inside, where I see his bathroom light is on and the door is ajar.
Someone is in the bathroom.
I tiptoe over to his bathroom door and peer inside.
Oh dear God.
Mr. Masters is in there, and he’s naked, with his hard dick in his hand as he strokes himself.
He’s lost in the moment, looking down at himself.
Watching his cock.
Holy fucking wet dream.
My lips part in awe. I can see every muscle in his shoulders and back in the mirror behind him as he strokes hard. His stomach muscles contract with every jerk of his hand.
He gets harder and harder, and his mouth hangs slack as he concentrates.
The man is so fucking hot.
My body instantly starts to hum with arousal, and I feel myself get a rush of moisture below.
He spreads his legs wide and leans back against the side of the basin as he really starts to let himself have it.
His pubic hair is dark and well kept, his cock huge, and I’m in fucking Heaven watching this forbidden show.
