She was still on all fours on the bed, having just been fucked hard by Professor Johnson.In contrast to the 58-year-old Professor Johnson, Professor L...wton was much younger, probably early thirties, with wavy blond hair. He was tall, thin, and wore wire-rimmed glasses. He would definitely be considered attractive, in a “nerdy” sort of way.He approached Lindsey and guided his cock into her supple lips again. She took his entire shaft into her mouth. After having to navigate Professor Johnson’s. "You're right about that little sister. I am the biggest slut of them all." He reached out and gently pulled at my shirt.I let him pull it away from me and I dropped my arms to my sides. He began to unbutton his shirt as he moved in towards me. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His mouth mashed roughly against mine. When his tongue started to push inside I opened my lips to him. His big hand began to knead my breast and then it slid down my belly and into my panties. His. But there were no video recorders in the RSG days, so that's a distant memory now. In the early 70s, I discovered that there were go-go dancers in pubs. I started to do the rounds, not really believing I would see anything, and I was in the Green Man in Leytonstone when I heard the DJ announce something, and when I looked around, there was this lovely blonde girl on a sort of pedestal, in a short purple dress, dancing go-go. Like a shot I was up at the bar, ogling in disbelief. That dress was. She shook their hands, smiling. "Congratulations. I experienced once what you must experience on a regular basis, years ago. You are very lucky women. I've often wondered over the years what became of him. I knew he was never destined to be ordinary, and I see I was right."The girls took to her immediately, after our history was explained. I sat, watching them chat, smiling with pleasure. She came to dinner at their invitation, looking exquisite in her gown. There was an air of sadness about.