Phir badme maine bola aunty aap bhot sundar ho to boli kya accha laga tujhe to maine direct bola aunty apka figure bhot accha hai to boli accha to bus...accha lagata to mai samaj gaya aunty double meaning batey krne lag gai hai to maine waise krna to hai bhot kuch hai to bhot kuch matlab to maine bola chodo aap bura man jaengi to boli nahi bol nahi bura lagenga.To maine bola mujhe apka kiss krna hai to boli bus kiss aur kuch nahi aur maine bola aap bulao to sahi . Phir pata hi chal jaenga kya kya. She would shift her weight and drop her High-Heeled Shoe to the floor and then put it on and shift to the other Foot for a repeat. When break time came she slowly walked out and teased me by sauntering slowly past where I was sitting and headed into the bathroom where she left the door open on purpose. She then placed her Nylonned Foot up on the seat, raising her Skirt and straightening her Black Nylon, first exposing one sexy Nylon clad leg and Garterbelt up to her wet Panties and then the. Her tongue pressed between my pursed lips, pushing into my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting his cum. Not much different, in taste and texture from my own, and knowing that she wanted me to do this, I responded, shoving my tongue into her mouth, gathering more of his warm salty cream. When the kiss was over, she pointed out the dollop of cooling sperm on her breast and I licked that up too. With that ever-present evil grin on his face, Bob suggested that, if I liked cum so much, why don’t I drink. ........................Three months had passed since the death of Agathe and Georg was at his wits end over the problem of how to cope with the c***dren’s well being. He was a man of honour and was aware that he had been neglecting them .He had spoken to the Bishop who had promised to “see what he could do”.Three weeks later the Bishops office had telephoned him and asked if he could call at the Bishops palace to discuss a possible solution.True to his word Georg set out on the appointed day.