Buttons fly everywhere. Pitch black. There’s a rustle and bustle. Lightening strikes revealing Taryn straddling her musician but her back is arched ...lmost completely backwards as he grips her hips and burying his face in her lacy black bra. His biceps are bulging. Dark. Rain pounding on all window panes. Thunder shaking the Earth. Lightening strikes again capturing Taryn on her back, hair carefully layed off the side of the loveseat, her musician in between her legs, his face buried in her. With some difficulty because of the rigid cosetry John hadto sit in an old overstuffed armchair to pull up the stockings and trapthem under the ruffles of his bloomers. The shoes too proved a trial buteventually he managed. Once again he paraded the entire outfit before themirror and was entranced by what he saw. In his eyes he had become thevery model of an elderly lady in a fashionably elegant outfit. Lookingclosely he thought he detected facial wrinkles appropriate to the age hehad assumed.. The pretty black teen felt her confidence start to return, things were gonna be OK after all – this was a lucky escape route, and she had better take it quick. Ms Fuentes hand was still stroking her crotch, and having an effect that was both mesmerising and quite stimulating. Alice reached down and placed her own hand over her teacher’s, pressing it even more firmly against her cunt, and at the same time she looked steadily at the older woman and gave a slow and deliberate nod of. Thanks, she replied. God has a cruel sense of humour, I reflected, the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen is in my house and I cant touch her. Oh shit, I heard her mutter. I spilt some on my top. Mind if I go and clean it off in your bathroom? Of course not. Go on, I called back. I heard her walk to the bathroom. While she was gone I noticed she had brought her poetry book and decided to head for my bedroom to get some of my notes. The bathroom was on the hallway that led to my bedroom and I.