. well heat of the moment and all that. I was led astray perhaps. But yes, you seem quite ..err, well practiced one might say” “Practice makes per...ect, sir. Perhaps I could practice some more with you” “Yes, maybe that’s possible. Keep you away from those rough types. Makes sure you come to no harm. Maybe once a week should we say? “Of course. As often as you like. Can we agree something on my allowance, headmaster? Say £100 a week” “£100?! Whatever for?” “Sir, these seamed stockings are not. I ... NEED you!As if hearing my wordless plea, your fingers find the zipper of my dress and slide it smoothly down. The night breeze kisses my bare back and I shiver a little before I feel your warm palms between my shoulder blades, stroking and caressing my electric skin. I press closer, hugging you to me, hoping the proximity of our bodies could encourage the nearness of our souls. Your hands travel lower, fingers tracing fiery trails on my lower back, on the bare cheeks of my bottom. I catch. Then he shoots his in me and I like feeling both mixing. We hostess wives always tell our husbands that they are the best and we need them to give us full satisfaction even if the other man, or men, have already done so.We can tell our husbands if the guests are selfish or dirty or unpleasant and they will not be invited back again. We don’t tell our husbands exactly how much we like the feeling of the other men as they touch our bodies and push into our parts and shoot their seed in us, maybe. She gasped. I moved my mouth towards her nipples, and, slowly, started sucking on Karly's nipple. I cupped her breast, and kept sucking, while I was caressing her pubic hair with my fingers. I couldn't stop. My entire body was trembling, and I felt her gasping and shaking."Are you Okay?" I asked. Karly looked up at me, gasped, and said "Yes. I am."Without hesitation, I continued on. I kept rubbing between her legs gently, and felt her moistening my fingers as she became more and more turned on..