I trust all is well?’ Isabella turned and arched her back, allowing Mr. Blackwell the full benefit of the plunging neckline of her tight sweater. �...Good morning, Mr. Blackwell, she purred, ‘I’m afraid our progress is rather slow. I’m doing my best with Mrs. Lynch, but she doesn’t seem to be catching on.’ ‘That is most unfortunate. I’d rather hoped that you could conclude tutoring with Mrs. Lynch and concentrate on your current assignment. This arrangement doesn’t seem to be working out.’ I’m not. He reached round and grabbed my boobs with both hands. He got a good handful of each breast. I wriggled free and headed for the water, he slapped my bum as I got away. I jumped in starting to feel a bit aroused by the naked frolicking.I was a bit nervous now not knowing where this situation was heading, but I was actually getting really turned on being completely naked outdoors in a pool with these horny lads. It felt really naughty, my erect nipples were a dead giveaway. I kept low in the. And nothing else but flip-flops which I left inside the front door."He's upstairs, waiting," she said, "all ready for you, just wait until you see him," she said back to me with a wide grin on her face. We went down the hall and turned into the room at the end and there was Jerry stretched out on their king-sized bed, his arms and legs tied to the bedposts."Hi, Angela, my cock is so ready, see," he said as I saw his swollen cock standing pointing straight to the ceiling eager for my lips and. She sprayed herself down with aerosol tanning oil, which I felt took a lot of the fun out of pool day, for me at least. I popped off my t-shirt and settled in next to her, with the cooler between us. I applied sunblock, as my Scottish heritage was not one of sun-worshipper. I looked down at my fifty-three-year-old “Dad Bod”... unfortunately, more office time and less mountain biking had transformed me into much more “Dad” than I cared for. Glancing over at Heather, I felt like letting myself go.