." Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."When Astrid Ames opened the door, Bobbie saw she was a very blonde woman in her early thirties with a pixyish ...mile. She was wearing a kimono-like housecoat and her feet were bare."Hi ... you must be Bobbie, I'm Astrid. Come in, come in ... make yourself at home." Astrid spoke with a faintly English accent. "I've set out the coffee and some cakes on the patio ... come, it's this way."They walked through an airy, spotless house and out through a. I knew Dad used to have and found them and this. It is quite educational," I said smiling.Color was rushing back to her cheeks and throat. She cleared her throat a couple of times and then blurted out, "I didn't expect to teach you that much. Or exactly like that." Heck, Mom," I grinned at her, "I'd rather have you teach me than anyone I know." Well, I guess I could show you a couple of things," she said, tentatively, "Your Dad was a good lover and sometimes we got carried away. He liked me to. With my cock standing up I nudged it against her arse rubbing the tip with lube, then slowly pushed the head in it slid in over the helmet, Oooh Di squealed, her hand moved down to her clit and began to rub. Go on push it in I want to feel you deep in my arse, Di had obviously been practicing cos I could feel her push her arse muscles out and my cock slid in even deeper, WOW I said that tight with every push I went deeper, then with one more push my cock was deep in her arse my balls up. You finally decide to make me your prey today.The day had been long and tiring. I am not a perfect student although I try hard. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to do well enough. To add to that, the popular girls seemed to enjoy giving me a hard time, gossiping behind my back that I am a slut. I could not understand that. I didn't behave or dress indecently enough for anyone to find fault. I even rejected advances from some of their boyfriends because I did not want any trouble..