I had been in the town witch i had discovered there was a second hand book shop where you buy porn mags for pence if you didnt mind the odd page stuck...together.the old guy smiled at me looking at the selection i had bought he said i shouldnt be serveng you but if you do me a favour i will turn a blind eye.ok i said he had me stand on some steps moving some books on the top shelves .he was leaning against me suposly to stop me falling i chould feel his hands rubbing my bum .and him deep. ” She turned to the sink and began to fill a wash basin with water, then put it on the floor and had me squat over it.She soaped up my ass and rinsed me off with a washcloth. “Oh my God” I thought “Could this be what I think it is?” I was right. She got me down on the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she pushed my legs up and licked my asshole, just like that.She held my cock and said “He’s sleepy now, but i’ll fix dat.” She started what turned out to be a long, slow rim job that had me hard. I daydreamed in algebra class of Mr. Rampton unhooking my bra while I did the quadratic equation, his hand on my thigh as I substituted x’s for y’s. As penalty for losing a square root sign, he’d get me naked on his desk.But I needed to be realistic. There’s no way I was a mathematician, but checking my answers raised my grade a half-point. Reviewing chapters, probably another half. I was almost doing A work, most of the time, anyway.But it would take more than calculations.When Mr. Rampton. At one end of the bath was a small plastic seat with another trapeze above it. Like most items in the house, the showerhead was also very low. Tom took her skirt off, sat her on the seat and started to unbutton her blouse."WHAP!!" Tom fell backwards and landed heavily on the floor. One eye was painfully closing. Vivienne still sat on the seat, one hand clutching the rim of the sink to keep herself upright, the other rubbing her sore knuckles against her chest. She was frightened now. Tom was.