"No! Never!" I answered defiantly. "Perhaps Mrs. Kelly next door tells lies then?" "How do you mean Mum?" I asked groaning inside under this onslaught..."Well Mrs. Kelly said she saw you take Melissa's white ballet jumper and her knickers off the line this morning, is that true?" No of course not Mum, why should I do such a thing?" Mum's eyes gleamed with triumph "Perhaps then young man, you would kindly explain why you are wearing her crossover right now!" This isn't her jumper Mum, it's. It was thundering and vibrating with the idling of a dozen diesel prime movers just waiting to take the impending rush hour crowd home from their jobs in the Windy City. Soon it would be truly swarming with commuters rushing to and fro, grabbing their drinks, and heading home from the drudgery of office work.The diesel engines, trapped in a tiny space, made the entire place gaggingly smell like burnt diesel fuel. It was smoky, smelly, and hard to breathe. But that was how Chicago Union Station. I put cream on her legs and stopped before doing her bum and around her pussy. Go on she urged it's ok. I creamed her bum sliding my fingers betweenn her bum cheeks and then did all around her pussy but steered clear of touching it.Your turn now she said. I was shaking and my heart was racing. She had an expert touch. At late 40 my boobs have gone slightly but my nipples were rock hard and they look=ked as good as they had in ages.When on my bottom half Lou slowly slid her fingers down my bum. “Sadly, I believe it would.” Her arched eyebrow suggested that my use of the word ‘sadly’ interested her. “Because it is possible that someone would suggest, when I get my incredibly well-earned first-class degree, that it had been awarded because of your interest in me and your consequent help to get me that degree. Were you not open about your sexuality, there might be the added concern that I had obtained your help by blackmail.”“So, what you mean is that because I could enhance your.