I've been beaten and jailed by the coppers and I am still fighting." A union? We don't hold with your bolshie lot hereabouts!" said Harry, my gangmate..."Says who?" I asked. "Doesn't look to me like the pay is fair. We've been slaving for weeks and what do we get? The same shit wage while the bosses send their pretty daughters to that posh school in Scotland. Maybe's time to hold with the bolshies." I stood up, introduced myself, and shook his hand. It felt substantial on mine, strong and. ." she protested.I stood up and turned, this always worked in stories. My heart pounded so loudly i thought i would go deaf. One step, two. I raised the phone and began to tap away, instinct took over . This was make or break. Its got wifi so I sent myself an email, with the vids attached, this way m*m could never delete them!"STOP" she calledI turned."and?"Her sarong was open, she was sat up.I had won i knew it. What a buzz. I stepped back towards her."Now lie back m*m, just like before, close. . not with me anyway, and maybe not at all.At the same time I suspect that older women are aware that all eighteen-year-old girls are horny, and that they have to do SOMETHING to deal with it. At any rate, Lynne didn't seem to be concerned that her daughter had an itch that needed to be scratched."I'm sending you to college for your birthday," said Lynne archly. "And it's quite possible to remedy your ... condition ... without having sex."She stood up as if her knees were made of spring steel.. . but I do want to properly thank you so very much ... for rescuing me at JFK! - With that, Jenny began slowly rubbing her hands up and down Jack's chest. Jack put his arm around her waist to gently pull her closer, while stroking her long, sexy blonde hair. "It's true," Jack thought, "gentlemen do prefer blondes" - although the plans currently running through his devious mind, were clearly not those belonging to a "gentleman"!Jenny's super-massive breasts began pushing against Jack's chest.