She turned left at the first corner from the hotel and walked down a cobbled alleyway. She hadn’t gone far when the woman passing her pushed her up ...gainst the wall. Her face scraped against it before her hand came up to try and push herself away from the rough stone. Janice heard a clicking sound as something hard and cold was forced onto her wrist. With one hand up in the small of her back, she felt her other hand being wrenched backwards where it was suddenly clasped to the same device. Her. As the guys pulled out chairs and sat down, Kara undid the ties on the sides of the blouse, letting it drop, totally hiding her shorts. “That blouse is certainly long enough,” the professor observed. “You might even want to take your shorts off.” He ducked, expecting a slap, but it didn't come. As she took her seat, a smile crossed Kara's lips. “You might be right, about me at least wanting to,” Kara responded, “but no, I don't think I will do that. I wouldn't want you guys thinking I was a. Or what to say to me. But I was wrong. Around noon she came skipping out of her room. Not literally, but certainly in the best mood we had seen her in for years. She was dressed sexier than usual (at least for an old lady), and whistling as she made herself some coffee. My wife asked her where she had been all morning. And she shot me a smile and told my wife, I slept in. In fact, she said, that is the best I have slept in 10 years. She was positively glowing, and even my wife was mentioning. "Let's go and find a cafe, I'm starving." Feel better now?" mum laughed as we waited for the twins to dry off and get into their clothes."Lots mum." I kissed her cheek and tried not to look at her breasts as she bent to pull on a skirt, she giggled and said with a smile."Well, at least I know you've not turned queer in the nick Danny." It was offered to me mum, believe me." But you never... you know?"I laughed. "Not a bloody chance mum."We strolled down the seafront and into a little cafe we.