My head was spinning at each postponement. The muscles in my thighs were shaking and my poor cock and balls were waving the white flag from the strain..."Angie," I gasped as I lay sprawled on the sofa with my legs spread wide, "For fuck's sake. I need to cum or else you're going to do me an injury."Still playing her little game, she came to sit beside me and snuggle close as she kissed me softly as we both stared down at my angry purple looking dick. "Does the bad boy with the big dick want to. “But Mom I need to pee”. “That’s OK darling just pee in my mouth” I replied. I pursed my lips around Robin’s cock so none would leak and after a while felt his warm juices arrive until my mouth was full as I swallowed it all and licked his cock clean. One day this would be cum I dreamed. I rolled on my back so Robin could suck my nipples and guided his still hard cock inside my pussy. It felt so good. Two days later Bobbie rang up for a second date. When the night arrived I decided to wear a. ”“No, I don’t. I still don’t see that it matters. What is someone going to say? ‘You’re braless! I’m scandalized!’ What’s the matter with that, are you jealous of my boobs? And why are you checking them out anyway?”“You don’t understand,” she said.I nodded. Back to square one. But she was still in the black and white top. “And so if someone gives you the evil eye, what then, you slink away and put on a bra? What is there to be ashamed of?” A waiter, not the waitress, approached with the food.. Was that an acceptable name for an English schoolmistress? How about the measurements: six inches, the distance between the teacher's face and Juno's nose? Then there were all those bra sizes. Would she need to change those, too? Surely, now that England was part of Europe, they used metric measurements. She supposed it would be easy enough to convert the numbers to centimetres. And miles were easily converted to kilometres. On the other hand, it might destroy the narrative flow. After all,.