He relaxed in his chair and looked at her with pleasure. She was long of limb and fair of skin. He held his finger in the air and twirled it by way of... instruction for her to turn around. She understood and obeyed."MMMmmm" he murmured with approval as he looked upon her firm shapely buttocks. "Show me your hands" he ordered. She held out her hands and leaned forward, which also gave him a delightful opportunity to look at the roundness of her breasts. "These hands have not seen much toil in the. “No, they won't,” she said and stared into my eyes so I could see that, in spite of the brightness of the day, her pupils were heavily dilated. “No one is looking”I did not want to stop. The feel was electric; she radiated heat, obvious even given the warm day. Once again she reached under the table and pushed my hand up her leg so until it made contact with her panties. Still not content, she lifted the elastic and said “Go on!”“Are you sure? We’ll be noticed” “No we won’t.”I slid my fingers. She should have guessed from the fact that her mother was wearing her black nurse's outfit with the metal badge across her bosom.Less than half an hour later, Layla and her mother had descended the stairwell of the council flats where they lived and were getting into the battered old Focus, which after all these years and all those miles was still reliable enough for Mrs Lampton. Not that she could easily afford a replacement. Layla kissed Marianne goodbye, but couldn't resist a tighter hug and. I never did get to sit down during the hour and forty-five minute practice. The whistle my friends gave me last spring came in handy to keep practice moving along.Jason Harting looked good in my wide receiver spot. He should have, he was our number three wide receiver for ten games last season after I got hurt. Pete Ellis was expected to start at tight end in the fall. He needed more work, especially on the crossing routes that Greg Harrison was so good at running. Pete's younger brother.