John had spent many a day begging one to break free just to reveal another inch of her breasts. Her ass was round and big. In the skirt she was wearin...g today it stretched the seams making it infinitely clear that she must be wearing a thong. Or nothing, the horny little voice in John’s head whispered. His cock was really throbbing now and he looked around paranoid that someone would be able to see exactly how hot for the teacher he really was. Everyone was too enraptured by Ms. Applebaum to. Within the year we had buried him, leaving my mother in law, Joan, alone in her large house. My wife had just given birth to our first c***d and this gave us the opprtunity to invite Joan over to help out giving her something to occupy her mind and I found myself doing all the household chores for her to keep the her house ship shape. This included taking her shopping when I finished work. Joan, I should mention, had been a lot younger than her husband and for a 52yr. old she had retained a. I tell her to continue to my room as I went back downstairs to get something to eat and drink. Yes, today I didn’t give a dam about my weight. Hot Chocolate and cookies will be perfect. I return to my room five minutes later to the sound of Good Charlotte’s Good Morning Revival album and the sight of Kattie lying on her back on my bed, in just her tights and very figure hugging top. Her b cups resting on her chest, half wrapped in cotton, the other half spilling out toward her neck. The sight. Most northern distillery, I think. Wick, near John o’Groats. Lovely smooth dram.”“I never knew you were a malt whisky expert. You were always a beer man.”“Still am, but I’ve grown to love malt whisky. Got quite a collection, like your mother. You?”“As you know, Mum was a single malt whisky buff. I think you two would have got on well in her later years. You saw the collection at the house. You must come up with me again and drink some more of it.”“Love to.”“You know, when she was dying she as.