Her initial reaction to its frenetic pace and bewildering vastness was to go into a ‘little girl lost’ mode that I found quite irresistible. So I ...ook her under my wing. I advised her how to get around town, how to find a flatshare, and generally how to convert herself into a functioning Londoner. When it came to her work, however, Fran was thoroughly confident and competent from the start and she had already helped me on some important projects. She was just the person to complete the report. Those shorts were less than half of what those old Daisy Dukes used to be. Her top was one of those triangular pieces of material that girls put on their heads sometimes to keep their hair from blowing in the wind. It was connected by a string around her back and another one around her neck. It was so loose though that I was able to see the side half of her breast as she walked by me. She was simply a fucking little wet dream. I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could taste it.Kandi sat down. "Sorry about that. Hor's remarks, although most flattering, just reminded me of an old joke that never fails to tickle me." Well, share it, dear boy, let us join in the mirth and merriment," said Grande Dame Hor, looking and sounding every inch the matriarch. Who would have thought that five minutes before, her tits had been hanging out of her bra and her mouth had been wrapped around my cock lapping up the cum!"It's not really all that funny but the battleaxe wife says to the meek husband: "I. " I know EXACTLY THE ONE!!" Patty yelled.I was dubious, and didn't want to go down the same path again ... but once I had started thinking about it, I was anxious to get started on the next 'personal project'.Patty conned the girl, a research and filing IT assistant in the English Literature dept, into going to lunch with her and I just 'happened' to be in the restaurant and see Patty.She introduced us and the girl, Mary Blake, wasn't the downcast eye type but it was apparent she thought of.