“You want to feel them, or just run home and jerk off to the sight of my huge calves?” Damn, this young lady was forward, I thought to myself as ... pondered her offer. I guess I was in a bit of a fog. “Hello! Pervert! What's it gonna be, you want to feel my calf or what?” I just stared at her calves, like a deer in headlights. They were so wide and muscular, the muscles pulsed with the slightest provocation. “I'd love to stay, but I gotta go – I have to finish my homework” and she. And, no - you mustn't rush things. I think you are beginning to get the upper hand, but stay out of trouble still. I know you want to fight her, but it's not time yet. She's a cunning bitch and won't give up without a struggle. Never get over confident with Augusta."Francine nodded her bruised head. If Gottman said keep out of trouble, she had to obey. And the man was only talking sense. She had had many reminders of just how formidable this lady was in the last eighty odd minutes! Enough to. After a while Ian returned to the bar and finished his drink before again locking eyes with Anita and holding up his mobile phone before leaving the pub.Anita wondered if she would ever actually hear from him but she certainly hoped so.She remained, bored, in the pub for almost another hour before it was decided that the group would break up and it was well after ten o'clock at night when Jane and Trevor dropped Anita off at her home.She had a coffee at home and it was getting towards eleven. Her eyes closed letting me have my way, which I did. Moving from tame teasing, I shifted to a little more intensity. I put my hands in her panties, spanked her, and pulled her hair. I told her I would not be gentle with her. I grabbed her hips and pulled them back, making her take several steps back to ease the strain on her arms. I kicked my foot between hers to guide her legs apart. And I pushed her to bend forward at the waist. Her panties were quickly down to mid thigh. She heard my belt.