To young Albert Johnson, it sounded as if his heart was in his skull with his mind all at sea. Rational thought had taken flight and even if he could think straight he doubted he would be able to give voice to it. "Ah, uh, well," he managed as he stared at his landlady as she cuddled closer to him. All things being equal, Mrs. Hoopenlicker was a fine looking woman. Late forties, he imagined. She was of medium height. Maturely curvaceous. Immaculately presented with long blonde hair that was tied in a Big Tits fashion down her back. She was wearing a starched teachers white blouse that was buttoned to the neck and tied at the wrists as well as a sensible yellow ankle-length skirt overlaid with flower stitching here and there. A pair of laced leather black boots completed the picture. "Fret not about my presumptions, Mr. Johnson," she confessed. "But I must speak of the things that are to the forefront of my mind. I ask only that you consider my request in the spirit it is meant," Mrs. Hoopenlicker saw the first flush of desire flicker in his eyes. "And if I may be so bold, perhaps a little persuasion may assist in your decision." she offered as she got to her feet and pulled out a wooden stool from under the table.� Facing away from him, she placed it in front of the fire as she leaned forward thus presenting her lodger with a perfect view of her shapely backside. She paused for a moment before she turned and put her right foot on the stool. Then, as he sat there watching her little erotic dance, she slowly began to draw up her skirt and petticoats to reveal more of her black stockings to his rapt attention. She stopped at the first sign of her garter and bare thigh. "There now, indian Mr. Johnson. Do you like what you see?" she teased. "But I hardly know you, Mrs. Hoopenlicker," gasped Albert. "Though I am much flattered by your attention, I think it only right to point out that we have only just met." His landlady tugged her clothes a little higher so that the needlepoint of her white French knickers was showing. "We are absolutely fine," Diane says to me. “So what am I, teachers just the means to an end? She had brought one of the notebooks we had bought and was doing her best to record our journey. “Heck yah, when?” I also timed this with my stopwatch. "For this one, lets practice on a dummy." You have to go. She couldn't indian contain her pleasure anymore. I promise.” They had also been warned that there could be a lot of nudity as the weekend carried on. It would go the way of all the other ones and she was only setting herself up for a letdown, again. Staring intently, I could just make out the hint of brownish skin surrounding her erect nipples, as well as the tender cleft of her moist cunt mound. Finally they're both naked and Jake leans back on a table. Ooh, yes, yes, get that tongue in me, you filthy cunt! Thankfully, Amy aced the exam. Summer “Shh Harry.” Replied Ms. Davies, Big Tits looking around. “Now, clean it up, faggot!” He ambled into the kitchen as they heard the all too familiar sound of the fridge opening and the popping of another can of beer for their already too drunk dad. Stephanie involuntarily bucked at the air at the sensation and let out a screech as her pussy’s tongue found her clit. It was incredible.