He was beautiful. He was 6’4 and had dark hair. He was part Greek part Argentinean. In other words, a God. He took teasing Charmion has his personal...job and right. Everyday he would stand by her locker and tease her or he would leave mean and cruel booby traps. Life had been hell. After he graduated, Charmion had hardened and focused on school. She went to Brown University and learned Spanish, French, and Italian. She had double majored in art history and chemical engineering. She had also. They matched in every way including an impressive rack. Not surprising really they were mother and daughter.“Cor I wouldn’t mind seeing those.” Andy from accounts said, eyeing their tits.“Part of the deal.” Both women undid the halter straps, and their tops dropped away revealing two lovely pairs of tits. Jill led them out the back, to the former coach house that had been turned into an events venue with a difference. Around the edge were a large number of wide leather couches that you could be. Moving you slightly backwards we lay down on the bed, I kiss you deeply and my hand slips between your thighs. Sometimes I love to feast between your thighs, drink on the sweet nectar that oozes from your cunt, but tonight you are so hot, wet and slick, I know that I must enter you now. The tip of my cock presses at your cunt and you groan with pleasure as it glides effortlessly inside. I feel the tip reach the end of your cunt and pause momentarily, a few gentle movements in and out and you. It was she who introduced me to what she called tipping the velvet. Many a night we would share our flea infested cot and forget the deprivations and unhappiness of our lives in each others’ arms or finding that pleasure which our bodies gave to us. It was in 1777 that my fortune changed. I was in the unfamiliar territory of Holborn having been taken there by two men the previous night and thrown back on the street at 6 of the morning with a bruised cheek and sixpence for my trouble. I was.