Some may ask, why can’t you talk to your parents? Well, I am the last of four children. All three of my siblings did well in school and never seemed... to have a problem, so obviously my parents seem to think the problem is me, not school. Besides, at sixteen I was meant to hunker down and study.It was another hard day in school and after a test that I scored a B- to, I wasn’t looking forward to going home. I needed to vent and talk to someone, definitely not my parents.I found myself walking in. She walks into the bedroom expecting to see the laundry basket that she asked her husband to bring up and silently curses him when she sees he forgot.Karen walks downstairs into the living room, sorts through the laundry basket and pulls on a black thong. She removes her robe and was searching for a matching bra when she hears a noise on the front porch. Looking out the window and she sees the water delivery guy looking at her nearly naked.Karen hurries to cover yourself, with her robe.. We can only do our best!"Ken had already sampled Ellen's cooking, and on that day she'd made him one of his favourites: steak and kidney pudding, which they washed down with another beer. Afterwards they sat for a while, talking, and then they washed up the dinner things. They decided to give the pub a miss and instead adjourned to the sitting room with more beer.They were neither of them regular TV watchers: Ellen invariably read in the evenings and Ken sometimes walked across to the pub, only. I was in her favourite position licking her wet swollen pussy when she told me.She asked would I mind if she had a little game with the waiters at the taverna that we had visited earlier. She had a very loud orgasm as I pleasured her with my tongue. She was then gagging for me to slide my cock between her legs.This was when she told me her plan, as long as I was up for it. The dirty bitch wanted to go back to the taverna with no knickers on and give the waiters a little show.I was a little.