They both wore a tee shirt and sexy little panties and treated me to some beautifully posed pictures of them bending over collecting the day's crop of...tomatoes for Mr Patel.Between us we dressed mum for her marriage, each of us giving her a good luck kiss on her freshly shaved pussy before Jill and I dropped her off at Arnold's house and then carried onto Jill's where we were going to get ready ourselves.Mum or Jill hadn't understood why I wanted to spend the night alone in an hotel instead of. . person could pass for a real man!" Mr. Jo did not seem offended at all. "What's wrong with a littlebisexuality?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes with a look that wassomehow innocent and knowing at the same time. "Yes, dear Jerry," Cynthia turned on me, "What is wrong with it?" Isuddenly realized I'd touched a sore spot with her. "I think you're justafraid of finding out some things about yourself you'd just rather notface!" she snapped. "It's not that," I pleaded, "there's nothing wrong. Not at all the body builder type, though.His sweet tenor voice greeted her. She walked slower to let him get alongside her. She said hi and smiled. Then she said she hadn't seen him at the gym. He told her he had only been there for a drink. He wanted to know where she had been these weeks. She told him she'd been to Europe and he said, well, Europe! And she laughed at the way he said it and he laughed with her.She then felt the presence of another person. She looked and saw it was a very tall. Fat women are like clouds in the sky. They usually have nothing to do with me. But a young, beautiful, fat woman is another story. She was more on the plump side. But it complimented her cute face. “Professor Ella.” She looked at me and gave me a nice simple smile. “I’ve been giving you lectures for almost three weeks and you forgot my name.” She said while taking a seat next to me. I couldn’t do anything but blush at my own embarrassment. She looked so familiar like I’ve met her before. Maybe.