"Hello, pretty woman, I hope you are all loose of your tenseness and your tight muscles."She looked at him and saw he was considerably older than what...she had thought. It was probably because when you are on the wrong side of 60, one tends to magnify the differences in age. The boy was obviously not a boy, but a young man in his late 30s with a boyish look to his face."Why did you pretend to be a beach boy this morning?" Why, my pretty lady, I only asked if you wanted a massage and you agreed.. That night I stayed and pounded her pussy like mad giving Yvonne huge orgasms thinking of Debbie’s pussy as well, the following morning, we got up and chilled and after breakfast pushed Yvonne over the kitchen table and fucked her again before going into the living room and chilling.We didn’t do much all day and Debbie came home after her night out, Yvonne got a phone call asking if she would go into work for a few hours as someone hadn’t turned up, she asked me and I said if she wanted she. It was a wonderful morning. The grass was covered by a light dew. As the early sun caught the tiny droplets of water, miniature sparkles shone across the lawn. Here and there one could find a hint of a rainbow. The temperature was perfect. There was just enough of a cool breeze to breathe new life into your soul.I spotted several ducks, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun, as they stood near the shore. They stretched their necks backwards as they sought to locate their oil gland. Then they. “Do you fancy me then?” I nodded.“I think every boy at the college does.” Now it was Jenny’s turned to go red.“Gosh I had no idea…” She looked thoughtful but still gazed at me.“I often fantasise about you!” I blurted this out and regretted it as soon as I had said it. Now it was Jenny’s turn to look shocked but her expression turned to curiosity. “Really? Gosh that is nice! What are we doing then? In your fantasies?” I hesitated to reveal what my dreams with my teacher involved. “Come on.