“What’s wrong with here? I mean, we have all sorts of great memories in this room, don’t we?” I grinned, walking towards her.“Yeah. Well, ye..., we do.” She stammered.“Do you miss our little tutoring sessions?” I teased, putting my hand on her desk.“Carter, please. We can’t...” She pleaded.“Oh, but we can. We can and we have.” I smirked.Many months ago, Ms. Bliss informed me that she had a boyfriend and that she needed to end things with me. That was a good idea, in theory. In reality, she just. I am running on hope alone. I kill the engine and swing off the bike, propping him onto the side stand. The house with the creepy garden furniture is still adorned with gnomes. I try to take it as a good sign as I strip off my helmet and run my fingers nervously through my hair. It's gotten very long now. I check my face in the reflection of my visor, chain the bike and walk up to the front door. The bell chimes solemnly within.Bobby answers. She is the nicest and most accepting old woman in. Her bust may be 36 and her ass may be 34. Her bust and ass are worth dying for. All my friends have a huge lust for her and always visits us just to see her. She is very friendly to us. She always visits us to inquire about our studies and our well being. I had developed a liking for her since I saw her as I have huge fetish for Aunties and BBW as they have the softest bodies more than teddies.So it was December and my friend’s exams were finished and they left for home and as 1 paper of mine. "Boris will take you then, but remember what you said, if experiment works, you owe me a good time, yes"? Tom replied, "Trust me, you won't be sorry". As the giant unlocked Tom's cell, Lori looked on in amazement as she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Tom casually walked out of the cell when Alan yelled "Tom what are you some kind of fucking fag"? Tom turned towards Alan's cell and said "I guess we'll see who the fag is at the end of the day". Boris and Tom then left the dungeon area.