Almost immediately Mrs Johnson arrived with two cans of Coke and a cake each for them.“God those fucking tits of hers,” Anthony said as he watched...her walk away, “can’t you just imagine having your cock between them and shooting your spunk over her face.”“That would be fun, do you think she would let me?” Paul replied.“Might be worth the risk to ask her,” Anthony said, “l bet she doesn’t get much cock, if she saw yours l bet she would want it up her.”“What are you looking at?” Paul said,. She looked around the room, that seemed stuffy, cluttered with too heavy furniture and with a few very ugly paintings on the walls. Almost hidden away behind a few bunches of artificial flowers was a pipeclay figure of St Anthony. Someone must have spoken to her about it, for she seemed to recollect it was 15th century, it was a bit grimy but it looked friendly and pleasant. Something to keep, obviously. Then there were two vases that she didn’t dislike too much, and she picked them up and. I did as I was instructed still wondering as to where the mysterious bathroom was located.Overhead, the clearing was shielded from the sky by large oak trees which lifted their green-leaved branches high above our heads. The air was warm despite the shade and I was glad I had chosen summer clothing for my trip to the university.‘We call this the "Kitty Litter,"’ Sandra informed me as she turned around with a big smile.I took a good look but could see no cats. The ache in my bladder was getting. I could smell her; those frustrating chemicals that the body gave off were driving my mind and body absolutely insane. “You are the most infuriating girl I have ever met.” I whispered. She giggled girlishly obviously pleased that she drove me so crazy. I gave in and let my hand graze over her panty cover ass, cupping a fleshy cheek and giving it a squeeze. I kept up the pressure on her back though, knowing that she wouldn’t pass up the chance to take more from me when she realized that I.