"That's really good you Miss Jean I'd like that." I feeling delightedthat I could help her and learn to make frocks like her."Hi love," Pam said bound...ng though the door not long after I got homejust after seven. "How was your day?" Great, thanks, Miss Jean's such good company," I said looking up fromthe dressmaking magazine Jean had lent me. "Did you fix Dr Parbold'scomputer?"She did not bat and eyelid when I called Jean, Miss Jean. Giving me asmile she swept her hands behind her legs as if. Aunt Jenny's got similar needs to mine, and no husband to help her out."Caroline looked a little shocked at Marianne's words, and told her, "She wouldn't try to steal your boyfriend, Marianne!" No, but she might ask me if I'd care to share. What would you say to that, Simon?" I'd say I was your boyfriend, Marianne." Corrrrect answer!" she told him — and gave him a wonderful kiss!Simon, Marianne and Caroline arrived at Rabley Heath at tea-time on Friday. The festival was the next day.The cottage. We finally settled on a day that we could meet up at his place and have some fun. Finally the day had arrived, I went to his house and knocked on the door. The door opens and there stands the sexy woman from the picture, about 5' 8" slender, beautiful black hair, wearing thigh highs, a short skirt, bra, and a sheer top. I was sprung right away, I could feel my cock swelling in my shorts. We made some small talk just inside the door and it felt like we had a connection right away. It didn't take. I took one in each hand, completely engulfing them as we resumed our frantic kissing. “Which way is your bedroom?” I asked, as I picked her up into my arms. A head-nod pointed the way, and I carried her down the hall, placing her gently on her bed.It was my turn to shed some clothes. I looked down on the partially clad girl as I pulled my polo shirt over my head. “Pants, too,” she grinned, so I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my khakis. My erection strained against my.