” “A couple of the girl’s live in a hostel, their families dumped them when they discovered they were pregnant,” Annabelle explained. “I sus...ect that at least that two or three others are like me living in a shitty flat, with a husband to busy or to stupid to see we need a lot of loving as we go through our pregnancy.” “Can I offer to help them?” Annabelle asked. Dave blushed, “Well I really want to get you on your own.” “But if you like, you can invite anyone who needs help or just a little. First her blouse exposing a very good pair of firm tits, 34C I muse. Jacqui quickly has me naked apart from my black g-string. I slide her slacks off to reveal her shaved pussy unfettered by knickers. Then, my g-string.“Like your big cock. My bitch husband is big, but not in your league. And you are much thicker,” she smiles as she fondles my erect cock with two hands.“Lay on your back on my bed. I am going to fuck you in that position. I want to be in control. Do you like having my husband. I did not say a thing. I hung my head ashamed of the way I acted, ashamed that I did not want it to stop. I asked him "is that all the pictures?" He said yes, these are all the pictures of you in the third floor girls room, there are no more still pictures for you to worry about." I looked at his face he was smiling. I said "Still pictures? What do you mean?" He walked over to the stall I was in and said we don't need them anymore, we now have you on Video. I was sick all over again, I felt. Once Malcolm’s juvenile faux pas had been lived down, she gave him the opportunity of being tutored by her in advanced calculus for free as long as he did legitimate work on the farm. For Malcolm being close to his dream teacher kept him aroused but that was it. While his fantasies persisted, he accepted them as an ongoing rite of passage that would never include this beautiful woman intimately. As he pedaled the weight of the book in his backpack had become a sacred burden.The ground rules.