She was just his type, nice and plump and although she tried to hide them, he could clearly make out a lovely big pair of titties. At first sight, she...thought he looked nice, smelt clean and from the bulge in his trousers, was well hung. ‘So tell me Jack, why do you like us old ladies so much?’‘Well Cecily, it’s everything really, firstly virtually they have nice hairy vaginas and bums. And they really appreciate a lot of foreplay and are skilled in making men like me feel comfortable. ‘Well. The school board realized if we were secure at home, the only place they could get to us is at school. They asked Dad to retire early for the same reason. Our wealth makes us a target and they fear collateral damage.) Communicating telepathically is different. The feelings and images communicated along with what you wish to say, is like reading someones facial expressions times ten. (I wish you would told me sooner, I might have made the wrong decision if I had not sensed there was something. It’s not that she was ugly just the pounds had piled on over the years and her hips were very round to say the least and her breasts were so full they sagged when she removed her bra. She had a pretty face beneath the extra fat, curly dark hair cut shot and big brown eyes that use to twinkle, though of late had taken on a duller lustre as things had got tighter and tighter. Martin knew that she put out for others in the past and had suspected it had been for money though had never questioned he. " Yes" Replied Ian, " but not out of some sense of sympathy or pity. A pity fuck I do not need." No Ian that is most certainly true," she replied sadly "I would not want to give you a pity fuck, you are too much of a nice guy for that." As she slowly reached up and touched his soft furry chest, with her hand as she stepped in closer to him. Ian could feel her hand softly touch his body then move up to his face, as she looked up into his eyes, he then saw something their that he had not seen.