"Where's your bastard son then?" Rigsby asked drunkenly, "And why ain't you in your house?"Dad knew better than to argue, "Steve's right here sir," Da... replied."He been screwing my Sheila?" Rigsby asked."No sir, least I don't think so." Dad replied."Why not, every other buck's fucked her, he too good for her or something?" he asked."Steve!" dad shouted, "You been going with Sheila?" No sir," I said firmly."You too good for her boy?" Rigsby asked me."No sir, I'm fixing to be a Monk sir, serve. The younger sister was not bad either.after the formal greetings.they and their parents drove me to their place.along the ride i was sitting in the corner right next to neeta.She had worn a sleeveless t shirt i was against her shoulder,but absolutely nothing happened then.but i was occasionally staring at her breasts which were bulging since she was wearing a tight t shirt.anyway we got home and after the usual talk till around 10:30 at night we decided to call it a day.her parents told me to. So I’m in libraries a lot!It only took a few minutes of wandering to find her. I started to smell the Patchouli as I walked through an empty stack and when I turned the corner, there she was. Young, brunette, with glasses. Did I mention how horny a woman in glasses makes me?. She was short, maybe a bit stocky. Her hair was short, her tits were large; her blouse was stretched around the buttons trying desperately to contain them. She looked up from the book she was holding and stared at me for a. Grimm's lodgings, something for which I will never forgive her. I later found that Mrs. Grimm was her aunt. In the following three months I tried my very best to find alternative lodgings, but this was a very high class neighborhood and affordable lodgings were not easily available. The only offer was from Fanny herself, who indicated her parents had a spare room which was available, but my inbred caution kicked in and I decided I should not get too involved there.Indeed it became clearer as.