She even drove a British Racing Green Triumph GT6, no boring old Morris Minor for her. I simply couldn’t understand why such a beautiful woman chose...to be a headmistress, she could have been a model or a movie star or simply taken life easy and married a handsome millionaire.Another glance at the alarm clock on my bedside cabinet told me that I now had exactly thirty one minutes before the alarm was due to go off, ample time to put Miss Bush through her paces. Clutching one of the previous. Carson didn’t care about anything other than Karen Foley. Everything about her was perfect, as though Carson himself had been in the workshop when God had set about choosing the parts which would make up Karen’s perfection. It wasn’t that she was perfect in a Playboy centrefold sense; it was just that she was perfect for Carson. Her laugh was more infectious than measles; her smile more warming than nuclear piles. Carson’s thoughts and dreams had been infiltrated to the point where he could. I was thinking about doing some body work. But I'll need a model. Would you sit for me?" Yeah, I guess. How long will it take?" Oh, I can do it in stages. We can work it into your schedule. An hour here, half an hour there. It won't interfere too much with your routine." OK" he said. "Sure." Are you going out on a date Friday night?" she asked."No, not this Friday" he said. "I was going to go shoot some pool over at Ricky's."Well, save me an hour or two when you get done shooting pool." she. Now it was time to put it in his tight butt. I decided to make it interesting and grabbed my ball of yarn. I cut two lengths of the colorful string and tied both of his front hooves to my bed post so he would not be able to get away. Are you ready for this? I asked him. I got no response, but his silence said it all. I positioned my body over him, my penis already hard again at the thought of putting it inside Bambi. I knew it would be easier with a little lube, so I spit three times into his.