1. Old man and Shoolgirls


    Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    fact, we were alone in the cafe apart from a bored waitress inspecting her nails several miles away, but I have my methods. "Oh yes, all right, I mean thank you" sputtered Jean, and I complied. They had been sitting opposite each other and now I had Fiona on my left and Jean on the other side of the plastic topped table. I could see that she was still tearful but there was a little hope and curiosity there as well. "So, would you like to tell me the problem?" I directed at Jean, as she seemed the most concerned. They poured out their woes to me in that strange way that girls have, each finishing the other's sentences. I got them to backtrack over the passages where they talked at the same time, and to explain names that were obvious to them but a mystery to me (another notorious feminine idiosyncrasy). It was clear that they were indeed deep in the mire. Jean had an older s****r who had drastically overspent her first term's student loan. She was going to mend her ways and get a part time job, but for the moment she was desperate. She had appealed to Jean for help rather than their mother; it appeared that their PC mother had no sympathy with students living the high life when they should be out there selling the Socialist Worker. Jean had unwisely agreed and cashed in her life savings. She then borrowed the rest from Fiona, including HER life savings and a substantial amount from her father; no wonder Fiona couldn't see any hope from that source! All this was daft enough, ...
    but Jean had concealed the cash in a pillowcase. Sod's Law being what is, her mother had had a rare attack of housepride and taken the bed linen to the launderette and lost the pillowcase. (I thought that only happened to socks, but there you go) Jean had apparently managed to conceal her anguish at the news, to avoid betraying her s****r. A feigned attack of pre-exam nerves did the job, aided by her mother's preoccupation with "Socks for Somalis", her latest campaign. Memo to self: this is a girl whose mother really should pay more attention - maybe I can fill that gap in her life. Finally, they gave me the dreaded bottom line; they MUST have the money by Friday, in three day's time. I'd listened in silence, other than to make tutting noises and to clarify the details of their story. Now there was a long pause as they looked up at me, and it occurred to me that they were both very attractive in their different ways. Jean had blue eyes and just a hint of freckles; Fiona was brown-eyed and slightly better-endowed. I let the silence drag on just a little longer (as any inquisitor knows, silence is a potent weapon). "So, you need to earn six hundred pounds in three days", I summed up. "Now, where could two young ladies like you earn that money that quickly?" Jean was clearly the more innocent and looked blank; Fiona got my implication almost immediately. I could see from her open mouth that she'd picked it up and knew that I'd read her expression. Now, it was vital that I shut up ...
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