Many glances were directed in her direction. Thank Heaven none of the other drinkers were people she knew!With the fumes of her brandy doing their rel...axing work, Veronica had failed to notice how the skirt was slipping off her legs, revealing again that wealth of milk white skin that had so enlivened the journey of dozens of passengers on the 168 bus earlier that day."Is there anybody sitting here?" Veronica glanced up sharply, her euphoria temporarily dissipated. A tall young man, not quite so. She didn’t recognise me until I walked up to her. ‘Tim! Where did you get that suit?’ ‘Out of my wardrobe. Like it?’ ‘It’s magnificent. Did you borrow it?’ ‘Borrow it? It was tailored for me. It took weeks to get the fitting right.’ ‘You mean…?’ ‘My tailor was my father’s tailor, my grandfather’s tailor and so on. The family account with them goes back nearly two hundred years. The only difference between my ancestors and I is that I pay my bills by return of post. Some of my ancestors let the. She waited. Ned kneed up on the bed between her legs. She watched complacently as he placed each of her ankles on his shoulders and palmed his hands beneath her ass cheeks. He leaned in and she jumped at the first sensation of his breath on her shaved pussy lips. Ned felt the tremor but never paused. His nose nuzzled Kiki’s clit. His tongue swiped up one side of the inner pink lips and then the other. Ned felt the inevitable grip of Kiki’s hands in his hair. She was undecided. If she held him. ‘Better not.’ ‘It’s no trouble. I’ll make us a cuppa.’ ‘I should really finish my calls and get back… got loads to do.’ But she didn’t go. She continued standing there looking at me in that strange, vacant way of hers. I didn’t think she had a lot going on between the ears. Just as well really… At that moment, a woman with good sense was the last thing I needed. I began to feel an inexplicable lust for Joan’s body, her lovely big titties, even her big arse seemed to draw me. I wanted to bury.