” She smiled as she bent down to inspect the new power sockets that I had moved higher up the wall.“Do you want me to dress as a schoolgirl while ... smack your bottom?” She laughed quietly.“No. Claire. Can we just get this over and done with, please?” I asked. Embarrassed.Ms. Musgrave stood up and smiled, scratching her head with her right hand as she looked at me standing there.“Shame. I thought you’d really enjoy me dressed in my short grey school skirt, grey blazer and tight, light blue. I went to rubbing all over her chest, I just couldn’t believe the dimensions of her juggs! Then I reached down into her sweat pants, and felt through the coarse, curly, stiff hair around her pussy, I slid my finger into her slimy gash. I watched in amazement as her body responded to my finger massaging her wet snatch, the three-inch wide dark spots on top of her teats wrinkled up and sprouted two firm purple nipples that rose up nearly an inch from out of her ebony mounds, her pussy grew. Tom was not the brightest person in our school. He wasn’t stupid, just a bit slower than most of the others. He and Megan Gordon had been dating since grade school, and anyone who ever saw them together knew they only had eyes for each other. They shared a connection that very few people ever find with one another. I think ‘soul mates’ would most definitely describe the pair.“How does Megan feel about that idea?” I inquired.“She’s against it. Claims she only wants to be with me. She says. ..They have told me its a present for them, that I will also get the benefit of! the cheeky old buggers!After a shower and change I was ready.I have to say that the skirt, being rather shortish, just covers the stockings, although when I bend over, the full effect becomes visible ... so to speak ... Add to the equation the heels, and I have to say my legs look rather good in the ensemble, and altogether I was feeling and looking ( according to my old boys) horny already!I was asked to apply a.