He is awaken by the sound of his door slamming shut. He looks up. There's no one in the room but him. Or so he thinks.As he rolls back over, dismissin... the door, he feel a tingling sensation on thebottom of his feet. Asif they are being massaged. The feeling slowly works its way up from his feet to his calfs and up to his thighs. He rolls over on his stomach as he begins to relax. The tingling has worked its way up to just belowhis ass. He looks back to see this shadowy figure on both knees. ”Mrs Robertson appeared to have reached a decision. Removing her hand from my panties she stood over me in her heels, hands on hips. I wanted desperately to savour her cunt, to taste her, to drink her hot piss and have it gush all over my uniform, but I was to be disappointed. Mrs Robertson leaned forward and kissed me again.“Wait here a moment will you?”She went up the exposed wooden stairs. From the sofa I could see her stocking-tops and shaven cunt and lay with my legs apart and a hand in my. This exposed a little of her thigh but not enough to cause concern."So, Ty, why would any woman be afraid of a relationship with you?"That was the opening I had been waiting for. "Because, dear, Ty has a very large penis. Large enough that most women are afraid of it." Oh my god! I'm sorry, I mean...Oh damn, what do I mean? I just don't believe it. Oh my god! What an I saying now?" Poor Susan was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say or how to say it. Her hands covering her face weren't. "Ummm, I thought you had gone to bed. I'm sorry."Emma was in an awkward position, literally. With one foot atop the lavatory and a bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, she could not simply jump up, or even try to cover herself with her hands. She just remained seated."Please leave," was all she could say as I began to back out of the bathroom."My God, she is gorgeous," I said to myself as I returned to my bedroom. And she is, really. Small breasts, about the size of a.