Her white coat was fighting an impossible battletrying to contain the massive firm breasts beneath - and those top two buttons!He was no longer in con...rol of his cock as it continued to erect. "Now Mr. Johnson," she kindly asked, "what seems to be yourproblem?" "I, I, seem to, to...." he stammered, trying to findthe right words, embarrassed about his own lack of control. She easily sawthe growing bulge in his pants. She smiled kindly: "You know Mr. Johnson,there's no need to be embarrassed,". My dad was away at work and mum was too hung-over to even attempt a drive, so it was going to be the touchy-feely ride for me, the local bus was notorious for women getting groped in their private regions, a sort of acceptable tradition, and most local women just ignored the issue as it happened, though some of the fatter and uglier ones probably took the ride for that reason alone.I mentioned it to mum, but she just remarked, 'Fucking hell Mariel, it's not the end of the world, just play. .. Besides ..." he added in a calculated aside, "you can't tell me the subject of this research has nothing to do with your condition ..."Before he could finish or she could answer, Carl's voice boomed from the other room. "How about somebody in there making me a cup of coffee?" With bated breath, they listened to him pacing back and forth, maybe shuffling through the files on her desk and lay open and waiting for attention."How about it? After work?" George pressed in an urgent whisper."N-No,. Probably the prettiest pervert period of my mighty long love life I experienced in Southern India.Plucked five fine fresh flowers to build my most beautiful bouquet of pink pretty tulip love lips.Philosopher Peter Poet meets Eve and her dear daughters and his meat meets all their cute cunnies.At age thirty-two, thirty-two years back, I travelled overland with a friend from Amsterdam to India.As a fresh Master of Philosophy I got on welfare, soon I found out in practise I could do as I liked.A.