Her breasts, D cups, were firm, and her waist was tight and muscled. fletcher leant down and wrapped his lips around the right nipple and Stephanie le... out a long moan of pleasure. never had anyone touched her like this. her hands found fletchers chest and Stephanie pushed him away, getting on her knees and tugging Fletchers belt loose, dropping his trousers revelaing his cock. she gazed at it for a while, a little over 7 inches in length bending slightly to the left, to Stephanie it was the. Just the briefest moan and she was his. No resistance what so ever.“Oh Miss Lavinia, I must apologise,” Mellors said uselessly as he took his pleasure.She looked mildly ridiculous, dressed in her day clothes to the waist and entirely bare below.“I say Legge, do you see these two fucking?” I asked.“Of course I do Hansen, I’m not blind,” he agreed.“Then will you sign to that effect, it requires two signatures and the signature of a Justice of the Peace and a professional gentleman will suffice,”. "Again he stood staring. I noticed his eyes repeatedly running up and down my long legs."Coffee?" I said again, raising an eyebrow and smiling coyly."Oh right. Yes, thanks." He disappeared in the kitchen and I heard him fumbling around looking for cups.Soon he returned and once again stood awkwardly.He diffinently wasn't the smartest guy ever, but then again, these types rarely were.I moved over and patted the seat beside me and he sat down.Silence fell as we sat mindlessly watching some show.I. Concertina was pissed at her. You’ll hear about that later dear reader. Michelle read an awful lot of Dickens and she read an awful lot of Woolf. Tonight, she hardly looked like an intellectual. Michele was decked out in a pair of gray dress slacks. She wore a matching gray vest and the vest was topped off by a gray shirt underneath. A baggy, heroin chic shirt. That is, it had long sleeves. It had long sleeves and it was rather bulky in size. Michelle had a self image problem. She thought that.