Listening as she climbed the stairs, her footsteps fading as she got further away. A door shut and he could hear them no longer.Stan realised as he st...od there, that for all the years he had known her, he had never been in her house. For what seemed like an age, he just stood there, dumbly looking around, before he moved to the table and withdrew his homework."You're keen." Stan whipped his head round at the sound of Veronicas voice."Uh! Sorry, I didn't hear you come down" Stan replied.Stan was. Her lips part as she softly says, "It's nice to finally see you properly too, Charlie." Her thick Scottish accent, sounding slightly out of breath, makes my heart race."I hope you're not bored of train rides yet baby, because we're going on another one," I say with a smile and look to her eyes for a hint of what she might be thinking.Her smile breaks into a grin as her cheeks flush, she replies "not at all, I love the train," with a secret smile hiding behind her words. As we walk to the other. Tiffany finally came too. She had wiggled her ass onto Mr. Walker’s face and he drove his fat tongue well into her ass-hole. “Lick my slutty ass-hole James,” she cried, fingering herself furiously. “Make me a nasty ass-slut like Miss Mallory!” Mr. Walker spread her ass and pulled her down firmly upon his face, licking Tiffany’s tender, pink, sphincter and then fucking it with his slimy appendage. He drove it in and out of her hole, stretching it and making it tingle with pleasure.“Oh! I’m an. " Slowly, she reached out her hand to grab his leg or the scruff in back of his neck. Balancing herself with the palm of her left hand placed flat against the floor, she reached for it with her right, stretching her arm as far as it would go in the narrow space. It was no good--she couldn't reach the pup who huddled closer to the wall now.Backing up a little, she levered her body around her weight was balanced on her knees and elbows, then slithered forward, her hips arching up as her torso.