I stood on her doorstep for five minutes before knocking and it was still a quarter till.She opened the door and smiled. “You’re late,” she sai..., waving me inside.She wasn’t wearing a t-shirt now but a sleeveless white blouse that showed two sweet mounds of cleavage. She wore a knee-length skirt and it struck me that I had never seen her in anything but pants in the library. I stepped inside. “Late? But it’s still not 8!”She closed the door behind me and turned the deadbolt. “O, you. I really didn't want to get it wet like last time and be shouted at for half an hour.Instead I pulled out a sling and opened up my bullet bag. Holding the bow bag with the point down ready to stick it into the ground I carried on moving through the trees trying to catch any more signs of the boar's trail. The last I'd seen it was headed this way, but well, boars are tricksy and difficult to hunt.The first sign of trouble was the young boar walking into the clearing ahead of me. I stopped,. She broke the kiss and removed her nighty. Now she was in white bra and black panty. Her MangalaSutra was hanging on her neck.I took it in my mouth and smooched her lips again. I sat on my bed and she folded her legs around me. I moved my lips down licking her cheeks, neck chest and ended on her boobs over the bra. She had medium size boobs. I kept my both hand on her boobs, looked straight at her eyes and began to press it. She bent back closing her eyes and pushed her crotch towards my cock.. We both know that I could show you the evidence if I have to. At least Lisa's face is a confession of its own." "I'm so sorry", whispered Lisa, her face white as a sheet. "It's kind of funny when you think about it," said Mr. Roberts. "If either one of you had done this on your own, I would never have noticed. But two of you, together – it collectively became too large to miss. And neither one of you knew about the other!" he said looking at Amy. After a moment's silence Amy lowered her.