1. Old man and Shoolgirls


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

    same time Jean's did. Fiona's was more thoughtful. She broke the silence that followed. "We can do that, can't we, J?" "I s'pose so", Jean (or J) muttered. "That's settled", Fiona briskly confirmed. "Now, as Jean asked a minute ago, where and when?" I scrawled an address and mobile number on a paper napkin and handed it to Fiona on my left. "My name's Adam Aardvark" (Ed: no, of course it isn't) "What time tomorrow can you make it?" After a muttered consultation, the girls agreed on half past seven. "OK, seven thirty it is. Give me a bell sevenish to let me know you're coming or if you can't make it. Take care." As I got up to leave, I dropped two fifties on the table. "There you are, girls, just to show I'm serious". I looked back to see two very confused girls deep in consultation. Would they come tomorrow? Only time would tell... Now, you might think I was careless in giving my address to the girls. Not really, that house belongs to a Swiss company with which I have no visible connections. That wasn't due to criminal intent; when you've won as much as I did, privacy was as vital as it was difficult to achieve. Nonetheless, I wasn't foolish enough to wait there that Wednesday evening. No, I perched myself by the window of the house next door, which I also didn't own, and waited. Sure enough, on the dot of seven my mobile rang. I let the caller speak first. "Hello, is that Mr Aardvark?", she nervously asked. "Yes, it is. Hello, Jean." It wasn't Fiona; her voice was so posh ...
    you could cut glass with it. Jean's was more down to earth. "Is it all right for us to come round now?", she quavered. "Of course, my lover", I answered, trying to keep the leer out of my voice. "I'll look forward to it." "OK, then. We'll be coming on the bus. See you in twenty minutes". This a little more bravely; it sounded as if she was getting used to the idea, even if she didn't like it. I didn't mention that I'd be waiting next door, but the very fact that they were coming by bus made it less likely that they would be accompanied by the Authorities. Anyway, I could see the bus stop from my observation post, and could be certain that they were alone: At twenty-five past the bus arrived (of course it was late, this is Borchester) and the.girls got off, thankfully alone. I was slightly disappointed that Fiona was in jeans and daps, but Jean was nicely, if conservatively dressed, in a white blouse and green skirt with black shoes with a slight heel. Having checked one final time that they were alone, I nipped into the back garden, through a strategic gap in the fence, and inthrough the back door of out rendezvous, just as the doorbell rang. As is my practice, I waited just long enough for them to consider a second ring, then opened the door. What confronted me was the sight of two very nervous girls, ironically looking much younger in civvies than they had in school uniform. I hadn't seen their faces from the window, but it was clear they were determined to face their ordeal ...
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