I press play and open the door. His jaw drops as I step out and sway my hips to the music. As soon as I get in front of him, the lyrics start and so d... I. I drop straight down and pop back up. I swivel around and shake my ass in his face. I sway back around and shake my big tits in his face. He loves this and then I pay my pussy and back up. I start unclipping my stockings one clip at a time. One fell, then I stepped out of it. I did the other one to the same beat. Then I shake my ass at him a. Recently, however, it occurred to me that some of you may have misinterpreted those stories in a way that would lead you to reflect poorly on █████████. Accordingly, I feel compelled to tell you that to the extent that you may have inferred that he ever actually engaged in any of the activities I may have included in my tales, you may wish to apologize to him for those thoughts. I will certainly only ever have the best memories of my time at John Marshall High School, and wish all of you well. Ten minutes later Arron returned. He was wearing a towelling robe and carrying a fresh bottle of champagne telling the three ladies he’d noticed they were getting a little low so had brought them another bottle which he proceeded to open and top up all their glasses, making sure Stella’s was as full as possible so she had to drink some before she could set it down again. “So how are you Mrs Harris. Still ok for tennis Friday?” Arron asked Stella which made her look toward him just as he peeled. He quietly left the room and returned to the living room where Kate was waiting for him. ‘Is she all right?’ whispered Kate, almost as if she were afraid of breaking the silence. Dillon nodded and plopped down on the couch. ‘I don’t know what to say. I … she told me some of it…. before. It’s just hard to take in.’ Kate patted his hand and smiled. ‘I’m going to go make dinner, you go ahead and take all the time you need to think things over.’ As Kate left the room, Dillon leaned back and.