Stepping out of the tub, she retrieved her tunic and shrugged it over herself. It provided at least a little barrier and protection from his hungry lo...ks. It did nothing however, about his irritatingly cocky attitude. Weary and annoyed by her disturbance, she sat on the only chair furnishing the room and glared his way. ‘You’re here, you want to say something to me, so speak,’ she snapped. Grinning still, he gave her a little bow, the black cloak he wore swirling about for a moment before. A second-year History student at Oxford, determined to get a good bachelor’s degree, he was home for the Christmas break. ‘Here at last!’ Anne exclaimed, switching the engine off. ‘Yes indeed.’ Brian undid his seat belt and leapt eagerly out of the car, keen to stretch his legs after an eighty-mile journey which, as usual, had taken an hour and a half, most of it on the motorway. He was also keen to escape close confinement with his wife who’d been farting solidly for almost an hour. She’d. ’ Emily does nothing for a moment, then slowly turns until she’s facing away. Ada reaches forward and lifts the hem of the girl’s shirt, exposing the flawless expanse of the pale skin of her back. She’s wearing high-waisted pants. Ada places her palm against the girl’s spine, fingers aimed downward, and slips her hand into the waistband. Her fingers slip downward against the unresisting girl’s skin until they discover the top of the cleft of her buttocks. Pulling them back slightly, she presses. The top 2 buttons were always left open, as were at least 3 or 4 of the lower ones showing a lovely view of her tits , and a lot of leg also showing. Needless to say, there was nothing worn underneath the dress. At the end of the riverside path was a lovely country-style Pub, very popular in fine weather especially as it had a large beer garden at the rear. My wife and I both had a few ciders in the beer garden, and managed to sit at the far end of the seating arrangement, facing away from the.