I tied the back, liking the feeling of her skin in my hands.Wanting to cover up, I try to adjust myself in my mesh shorts wishing I had underwear to h...lp out and said that I needed to sit down. She looked disappointed, but I think she understood.She came over to me holding her hair up and untying the top of her bikini. Now I was sitting and her crotch was at eye level. I could see that her little camel toe and that she had a small wet spot. Any chance of loosing my hard on just went away and I. Marge was squatting down by the side of the stallion with her big muscularly thighs spread wide and her skirt hitched up and most of her left hand sliding in and out of her fat bald pussy and in her right she had the massive black and pink cock of the horse wanking him .I stood there her,rubbing my cock through my trackies by the the time Margee noticed me I had my now hard cock out in my hand slowly wanking asIi watched the acts of this dirty old woman she just smiled at me and beckoned me to. As Zara had thought, she was actually nice. They spoke for about an hour after class. Really hitting it off. As it turned out Ms. Fiona Winters was actually a robotics engineer who had been working on futuristic machines since she had left college. Oh and she was 45! A very handsome 45!One day after class Ms. Winters asked Zara if she would like to come to her workshop lab to have a look at some of her machines. Of course she knew Zara would not refuse, having the same interests and everything.. Had it not happened as such she’d have created some ruse, but this way she didn’t even have to lie, except of course by omission.And so she made the vital phone call. Her hand trembled as she pressed each treacherous number and the blood banged in her ears as the phone rang out. Then he answered and she had to quell the shake in her voice.“Gavin?”“Amanda.”“It’s wrong. Let’s do it.”“When?”“Tomorrow night. How does that suit?”“It suits fine. Apartment Nine, Albion Court, off High Street.