As she awaited her fate, Chloe wondered how many other girls had been in this position before, back in the days when such things were allowable - or m...re recently perhaps. Maybe this was what the old pervert had wanted all along.She sighed forlornly as the warm air of the study brushed over the moistness of her pussy and down the crack of her arse. Mason's hand clenched and unclenched on the thigh then moved up and down, appraising the beautiful piece of legwoek. "You know what happens to. Course, I usually see him at the bus station one Thursdays and Saturdays. I think he works somewhere near there" - (This was complete news to me. Not about 'The Sucker', I'd worked out his visiting routine ages before, but talk of a bus station cottage certainly was news! I'll tell you more about that next time, so stay tuned!)"I bet you've had him 'round here haven't you?" I playfully quipped."No actually, I haven't. I very rarely invite people into my home as you know full well, you being one. ‘Move up,’ I told Anya, who moaned in reply. She kissed the bridge of Rachel’s foot, then her ankles, shins and calves, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking but always gentle and attentive, continuing to drive Rachel wild. When Anya reached Rachel’s knees, she felt Rachel’s hands in her hair—sometimes stroking, sometimes pulling as she gasped with the pleasure of Anya’s attentions. ‘No further just yet, my dear.’ Rachel groaned, this time with disappointment. ‘Please, please—don’t stop her. I. But you get my drift.She lived right next door, rather than out in the middle of the lake, and I saw her all the time. And, being a woman, she had no idea what she was doing to me. She just saw me as that nice young man who mows her lawn, or carries the cans of paint from her car into the house, or who climbs the ladder to clean the gutters because his father sees her getting ready to do that and says, "We can't have that, now can we, Bobby?"The cheery words, "Hi, Bobby!" rang out frequently,.