She was sucking; he was caressing and fondling her breasts, and every part of her that he could touch. Both of them were making all the appropriate no...ses as he raced home. When he pulled into the garage and shut down the engine, she finally raised her head from his lap. She kissed him like a possessed woman. Hungrily. Greedily. Mikey's dick ached to get up in her. "Let's go," he said as the garage door finished rolling down and the automatic light flicked off. They got out the Maxima, and as. The ladies and I talked about this and that and I invited them to a beach bar close by. They agreed to do the shopping later and soon we were sitting in this informal restaurant, looking at the sea.“Mo,” said the one in the little round hat (another telltale holiday item which she wouldn’t have worn at home), shaking my hand.“Steven.”“Betty.”The drink turned into lunch and everything was getting quite warm and a little fuzzy to the point where I was seriously considering how I was going to. She was neither slim nor fat. But one could never take eyes out of her ass as her ass was like baloons. She was 5.2″ of height. She was one of the nice teachers in the class. She always used to encourage students. She never scoldede a student and she was living with her grandmother as her parents passed away when she was young. She used to wear sarees all the time when she comes to school. We all students used glance at her hips, ass and boobs whenever we got a chance. She never took it. "I know ... you're a mom." Bye, Bill." The two women loaded up and taxied away."That's a pretty plane, Bill." I know, Mike ... we going to rescue airplanes today?" Nope ... I need to talk to the railroad." Ah..." I want to see how much it will cost to rent an engine." If you don't mind steam, Pollwaithe has one." Bill sprung that on him."Huh?" It's not very big. It's a standard gauge quarry switcher ... a saddle-tank H.K. Porter 0-2-2 wood burner. It runs ... Pollwaithe says it does. It's cute.