Not now. Closing the box I take care to place it in precisely the same place that I had found it the morning after she left, and settle myself in to w...it for the report. My study is one of the smaller rooms in my house. A handcrafted, Victorian-style mahogany desk dominates the center of the room. The surface is bare, polished to a high shine by my housekeeper, save for my Blackberry and the box containing the ring. Covering three of the four walls – the fourth wall is simply a floor to. Danny knew that if you blew the picture up big enough you could make out the pink of her nipple through both the bra and the blouse. How did he know, because he had done it.There was one picture missing from the table, the picture of Miss Annabel Trimbell, his favourite teacher. Miss Trimbell had a body to die for though the rest of her was fairly ordinary. It was the way she'd posed that struck Danny as so sexy. He'd asked if he could take her picture for the year book as school was finishing. Princess was holding his hand through everyone we did this to.After everyone else was done, Jennifer got up and said, “I want both of you in my pussy together ... please?”That shocked everyone in the room, but Stuart and I were up for it. I got on my back, with her on hers as well, and I began to fuck her hairless pussy from behind. Stuart himself pushed mine aside with his own and we were both inside my wife together. He was standing doing his job as I picked up, when he slowed down. Rubbing. Less than 50 houses clustered around the clearance and hers was the most central. Calling them houses was probably an exaggeration, they were more like caravan sized mud domes, reddish brown earth huts that were lovely and cool inside on a hot day. The bead curtain would part and she would stride out in all her glory. Despite her age, she was strong, spry and for 5ft nothing, she seemed to fill the space. Everything was different here. She wore cowries, beads and a long piece of printed cloth.