” “I was not arsing around.” I said, flicking my wet hair out of my eyes. “I was doing something important.” “Yeah, like tweeting Rita Ora... You are such a celebrity whore, you know. Just because she replied to that tweet of yours about liking broccoli, you think she’s your best friend forever.” “Look, can’t we find somewhere to shelter,” I grumbled, trying to change the subject. “Or at least let me squeeze up under your brolly. Just look at me.” “I am, you really shouldn’t have worn that. When the rest of Britain, especially from below Birmingham, basks in the sunshine, Scots can be chilled to the bone by the cold or washed away by the rain.The party went well and to our surprise Joe, Isa, Margaret and Jim's mum actually joined us in the pool for a while. Being a horny teenager I got a chance to enjoy Margaret's figure and then to our surprise, Jim's mum, who was no slouch in the looks department either, much to our surprise started doing laps with her son and was giving him a. I begin to shake my head no which is greeted with a hard smack on the ass by a female hand. I can;'t tell if it's my wife or someone else.The fingers start rubbing and pushing. Soon one then another and then another are in my ass. Rubbing and pushing. Deeper and deeper. My prostate is grazed and I jump but I am being held so films I barely move. I relax and the a fourth finger makes its way in. In and out they go. I feel full and am starting to enjoy myself when the thumb is positioned and. How Joan would sit in the front row making sure the professor had a clear view of her shapely legs incased in the sheerest of stockings. How she would let her high heel dangle from her nylon toes. How she could see sweat form on his brow as he could not take his eyes off her legs and high heels. Joan was to learn the full weakness of a man with a stockings/heels fetish.Not doing well with her grade in Mr. Spears class Joan asked if she could stop by the class after school to discuss them. The.