Sure enough there was a sound from the toilet, and Janice slipped from the bed, her nudity a vision of pure sex, it was near impossible to imagine suc... a vision enveloped in sexual neediness, to hear her innocence and perfect voice, as she looked back at you with her beautiful features and ask you to stick your cock into her bum, 'I love the feel of it up my ass', I don't know of any man capable of getting past the tight pink crinkles, before prematurely shooting his load all over her perfect. Was I about to be shown the door?Quite the opposite. He seemed to reciprocate (in the crotch-rubbing department). Indeed a veritable bulge was forming in the old man's trousers. I slid the hem of my maid's skirt up a couple of inches. Now the tops of my fishnets were clearly in view."Ahem!" He gave a hearty cough. "I see that your stockings are not hold-ups, but... ahem.. supported by suspenders."I batted my eyelids. "I've always loved sussies."He rang a small brass bell that stood on a side. Climbing on the bed, he positioned himself between my open thighs, I closed my eyes, just enjoying his weight on top of me. They quickly shot open as I felt four fingers touch my mound and scoop up some of it's juices. I watched as he played with them in his hand before getting a taste, a grunt of satisfaction leaving his lips. Burying his face into my neck, he grabbed his hard member then proceeded to run the tip of it along my slit. I couldn't take the teasing, so I began bucking my hips,. I can't," I wrote back. "Wanna touch?" Sure. Bathroom break?," I inquired honestly. "No, now," she scribbled. She leaned towards me as if she was reviewing my notes, and I snuck my hand up along her chest, caressing her left tit as non-chalantly as I could manage. "Very nice," I wrote when I was done. "Better be. They cost a lot," came her response. "Want to see them?"I've always known women with fake breasts to want to show them off. But in the middle of class seemed more then somewhat.