I have a feeling you're more of a 'Hot Pot' kind of guy."Right... so, no way were we still talking about food and I again let my gaze roam Betty's lus...ious breasts. "About being banged, Betty. How would you like a chance to play with Santa's sack?" The next thing I knew, Betty and I were hurrying back to the kitchen and ducking into the walk-in fridge just as old Jose was plating and order of Scotch Eggs. I didn't think much about those, though, because Betty quickly found my eggs and gave them. I never paid a lot of attention to Rita and any social life she might have. I assumed she had a boyfriend, as beautiful as she was. Neither of us ever talked about our social life or our friends. The subject simply never came up.Then one day, out of the blue, Rita asked me if I had a girl-friend. I jokingly replied,“No, but if you want to apply, just let me know.”Rita laughed. “Do you think you could handle me?” she asked. “I can be quite moody.”The thought of dating Rita hadn’t really crossed. I'd just decided that it was now warm enough to lose my t-shirt and make myself comfortable on my perch, when I heard feet crunching through the brushwood. Bugger. Then I heard someone whistling softly - oh, joy, I thought, all this and sound effects, too - and eventually a female voice softly singing. Ah, well, I thought ... might as well introduce myself. I picked up the guitar and began to softly play along with her song.Frankly, I was still thinking about Bella's bum ... or about how long. ” Jean asked.Sandy seemed to struggle but then seemed to decide to let something painful go. “You might as well know what you are up against. I agreed to have sex with him and he did nothing to help. In fact what he did do was record me performing a blowjob on him and now he says if I do not keep putting out for him he will post it on the internet. I guess Beth will be kicked out of school just like Justin and Cindy. I hate that asshole and every time he crawls between my legs I want to.