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Prologue
Little Mary finished her drawing and nudged her twin sister, who was sitting next to her at the kindergarten table.
“Look!”
“You,huh?” Anne tilted her head, looking at her.
“I drew a picture.”
On a sheet of paper, drawn with crayons in a way that suited the little four-year-old girl. There were shapeless lines, but they made perfect sense to her.
“Is it Mom?” Anne, her twin sister, wanted to know.
Mary shook her head no.
“It's Aunt Helena.”
The two girls raised their heads and looked for the teacher, who was in the corner of the room, helping another student use the crayons.
“If shewasour mother?” Mary asked her sister.
“Don't you have a boyfriend?”
“I've never seen it.”
The twins had a great love for their teacher, who was undoubtedly the most important female presence in their lives. They had no strong memories of their mother, who had died when they were babies, leaving only their father, who never remarried or had a girlfriend.
They observed the other children at school and the life they had, and they also wanted to have a family. However, whenever they talked to their father about it, he remained silent. They were too young to understand the nuances of adult relationships, but they came up with a plan.
The teacher seemed perfect for Dad, but not everything would be so easy.
Chapter one
A few days later...
I made her get on all fours in front of me and grabbed her hair as I thrust into her with the sight of her round ass colliding with my pelvis amid the increasingly intense movements of my body.
She moaned softly as my skin sweated against hers.
I gave in to the desperate need to cum and ejaculated inside the condom, inhaling deeply until my heartbeat normalized.
I rolled out of bed and picked up my wallet, which I had left on the bedside table. I counted out a few notes and put them on the mattress.
“You don't have to wait for me to come out of the bathroom.”
“Why don't you spend more time with me here in bed?” The prostitute sprawled out on the sheet, showing off her full breasts to attract my attention.
“I have an appointment now.”
“Leave the appointment for later.”
“I can't,” I said in a firm, unquestioning tone. It was late afternoon, and soon, my daughters would be leaving school.
Since my driver had asked for that week off for a family trip, I didn't trust anyone else to pick up my girls.
“Are you sure?” He ran his hand down his body, insinuating himself to me, showing that he wanted us to start again.
“Yes. Take your things, get dressed, and leave.”