Seated at a table that stood by a bay window in the lounge were our “guests” for tea; two elegantly dressed, shop-window dummies. “You are all f...r too inexperienced to practice on any of us,” Miss Carson announced, seeing our looks of disbelief at being expected to wait on mannequins. “When you can do things properly for Amanda and Sally here, you MAY be allowed to try serving Miss Matilda or her guests.”First of all we had to lay up a table for afternoon tea. Miss Carson stood by explaining. He was taking me on! Without another word I took off my shirt. He laid down next to me and immediately took hold of my tits, kneading and rubbing them. As he leant in and licked my neck I turned and took his lips for a hard kiss. He broke off the kiss to suck on my nipples and his right palm moved to lightly squeeze my pussy through the shorts."Hey! Your boxer shorts is starting to look too tight for comfort. Why don't you take it off. And mine too"As his shorts came off I could confirm that he. "Sit on the chair and open your legs wide for me."Mum grinned up at me as she parted her legs and watched me inhaling the heady aroma of her slightly damp panties."I think I can see it, sir," Jill said and leaning forwards touched her lips to the lips of my mother's glistening wet pussy."Oh Polly," she giggled. "You are a horny little bitch aren't you? You're pussy's all wet, I'll just have to suck some of that juice away." Oh dear," I said, trying hard not to laugh."How awful for you." I know. As for myself, I returned the entirety when I stood in the bathroom in just my boxers. Maureen practiced her dancing in our basement and I began to find excuses to go and “work” in the basement. Then one day I was watching her “practice” and she began dancing like a pole dancer in a strip club using the basement support beam as her “pole”. The difference was that this girl was a professional dancer and was soon making unbelievable moves around that pole. She might as well have been fucking.