Gemma kept it tidy, and would sometimes sit there herself for a view of Jacks Hill. High Haxford had been bought by Gemma’s grandparents, before the...war, and Grandad had first laid out the gardens. Mummy and Daddy had continued the work, but the house and gardens had passed to Gemma ten years ago. It followed the dreadful road accident, which had robbed her of the two most wonderful people she had ever known. To the villagers of Haxford, Gemma was something of a recluse, though when she came. She was wearing a saree. The striking feature of her blouse was that it was of satin material and it clung to her body like second skin. She was wearing high heels. I love to see women in high heels. Moment we entered I kissed her on her lips softly. And then we had a long and passionate French kiss. I took her to the bedroom and laid her down. I removed the anchal of her saree played with her belly. I made her remove all her clothes and suckled on her breasts for a while. She absolutely went. ..I think I can take it from here.”“Oh, no. Sorry, I forgot to mention, your company requires a monitored sample collection. You see, a lot of people use tricks to cheat the test, so I need to monitor you giving the sample in order to verify that there’s no funny stuff going on.”“Really? So, you have to watch me pee?”“I can get a male technician if you’d prefer.”I thought about it, not expecting anything like this. “No, that’s fine, I guess I’d rather have a gi..female here than a guy.”She. "I was still grumbling to myself as I walked across campus to my dorm room. This is about the dumbest thing I've ever heard. 'Spice it up' she says. Well, I'll give her some spice.I'd like to have given her something else; my hard dick! Janet Hixon was a knock-out; tall and willowy, raven hair falling half way down her back and a body good for hours of fantasizing. I had signed up for this comp class just to be able to sit and admire her beauty for three hours a week. Oh well, life's full of.