He was now working his way down to the tops of my stockings and up towards the inside of my thighs and felt the wetness as he did, in an instant he sp...n me round to face him, I couldn’t help myself, starting from his neck I began to nibble and kiss and feel my way down his body, Only when I reached the top of his trousers did I hesitate, my knees wide exposing the crotch less lil shorts I was wearing, I looked up at him, met his eye and unzipped his trousers, Freeing his shockingly massive cock. The name, which sounded like a matron chaperoning the dance, turned out to belong to a woman who danced every dance. She must be in her thirties or even older, but she was good looking for her age. She dressed younger and smoked with the men.“So, soldier,” she asked while they were dancing, “where are you from?”“Grand Junction.”“And where’s that?”“Colorado, western Colorado.”“So, you a cowboy?”“No ma’am.” He was thinking how to explain to her about mountains and men who worked on the railroad,. Angela pushed me back and unzipped my trousers my cock sprung out all hard and big, she gasped again saying “that boy needs feeding and my pussy is the main course” I said “well you’re the full 3 courses with cream for your dessert” pulling her down on the bed we kissed and I spanked her arse again she squeaked saying “spank me head master spank this naughty school girl I’ve been sucking boys cocks and letting them cum on my titties”. I told her to stand up whilst I get ready to punish her I. The same expression etched on his face. It always starts with her playful request:“Fuck me before she comes home.”Perhaps if she’d added a question mark, he would have refused. She hates him for that: for not refusing. That dark-eyed guy with a pressing erection and strong, broad hands. His fault. He shouldn’t have smiled at her. He shouldn’t have stood so close when she brushed past him each night in the hall. He shouldn’t have embraced such a fucking cliché – screwing the au pair while his.