I light up a smoke and waited. Pretty soon this older guy came down the trail. When he got close, I went into my routine and when I turned around he j...st licked his lips. Hmmm!! So I started for the bushes and he followed me. I pulled down my pants again and bent over. When I turned around the old guy was stroking his a nice thick cock and still licking his lips. I got on my knees and lick the head of that nice thick cock. He pulled me up and turned me around and pulled my panties down. I bent. Her dark nipples were fresh little nubs but looked impressive within the tight garment. As yet she had no bounce in her tits, but her sister was much larger and had chosen to wear a bra. They had danced for hours with several men on the mirror dance floor and noticed that the guys were continually stopping and eyeballing the girl’s reflection. Bright lights highlighted the brazen display of their young tight pussies within their thin cotton knickers. Stupidly they had removed the gussets of. It was 9 am on a gorgeously warm and sunny Monday morning when I arrived at her house. I used the key she had given me to let myself in and went straight to my office, knowing she’d be in her workshop. I laid out the tools of my trade: laptop, notepad, pencils, dictionary, a couple of reference works and the notes I had compiled.I turned as the door of the office opened and there stood Polly, wearing a pair of dark blue silk pyjamas, with short pants. The jacket was held together with one. ‘Perhaps she does come from the Indian subcontinent,’ said Rao, ‘but doesn’t speak Hindi or English. Perhaps she speaks Urdu. Or Bengali.’ ‘I think she’s just tired,’ repeated Dorothy. ‘Give her something to drink and let her rest.’ She turned to face the strange woman and addressed her in English which she was convinced she must know better than any other language. ‘Would you like to rest?’ She mimed this by tilting her head to one side on her praying hands. ‘Yes,’ said the woman with her.