She whimpers a little. I'm full of adrenaline and testosterone and lost, my whole world is her tight butt on my hot lap. I'm sure she wants it so bad ...t hurts. She's dry humping my rock hard cock and grinding so hard it aches!The waist of my boxers slides down and before I know it my cock is free! Only the thin material of her boy shorts between my throbbing shaft and her hot moist pussy, her swollen lips warm on my rod, her panties clinging to her sticky pussy as she recklessly humps my. She didn't know his name, but her son was the result, and she glanced sideways at him as he stared at the TV screen.She was wearing her usual housecoat, that buttoned all the way up the front, but a few of the bottom buttons were undone, and when she crossed her bare legs, the housecoat parted halfway up her thighs.Jamie dropped his hand to his mother's thigh just below her housecoat — her skin felt soft and smooth, and warm under his hand. He stroked her leg gently, feeling his cock stirring. . oh, whatever appeals ... to distract me from my loss.One of my favourite places is not far from the city, a National Trust estate. Once upon a time, it was a place for sheep and gritstone quarries. Much longer ago, the first metal-workers built what we now call ‘hill forts’ on high places round about. They probably weren’t ‘forts’ as we understand today, but there. Even earlier, people who used stone to make their tools erected stones in circles, why, we don’t really know though we guess at. Everything seemed to be rumour and gossip, and word of your staff vacancy only came by chance conversation.’ Miriam nodded. ‘We’re not a mainstream institution or an ostentatious private one, we’re rather a special school. What exactly did you learn?’ Emma curled one knee over the other and began to relax. ‘That you operate a school for boys who you dress as girls and train to be feminine.’ The older woman allowed herself a half smile, the lack of denial only serving to confirm what had been.