She was thirty years old and a mother of three c***dren. She was in a long term relationship with the father of one of the c***dren, the other two wer...e from a past relationship. She had long dark hair that she wore up in a ponytail or clipped in a bunch while she was at work or at the gym but had it straight if she was going out for a drink or meal. She had a slimline figure, you'd be hard pressed to find any evidence of the three c***dren on her figure. Regular outings to the gym kept her in. “And yes, Mander usually requires payment. However, for this job, he’s working Pro Boner.”Helen smirked a little, Maria smirked harder. Mander held it in as they waited in silence for someone to ask the question. The Minister of Intelligence finally did so.“Isn’t that ‘Pro Bono,’ Contessa?”“Nah.” Mander answered. “Means I’m jes’ doin’ it fer the boner I get from killin’ Nazis.”The table erupted into laughter, especially Maria and Helen, who’d heard the joke earlier. The Prefect returned to his. In actual fact I am beginning to feel morelike one of the girls. Ensconced in my soft school uniform and feelingall those delicate sensations it makes me feel more fragile. Added tothat the girls are now the only ones who welcome me into their company?The only thing that seems to be separating me from them is now the schoolskirt. No! Perish the thought right here and now!The weekend passed all too quickly and it's Monday school morning again.I look at my neatly folded school uniform somewhat. We had a few more to drink and Tracey leaned over the table and gave me a passionate French kiss, and I responded, Joe had his hand on my arse as I leaned forward. With that Joe said why not go back to my flat? We left and his flat was about ten minutes away. Once in the flat more drinks and the guys wanted us to strip we said ok, but you two first. They took their clothes off, very firm muscular bodies and really big hard thick cocks, they said and Tracey and I dud a sexy dance taking each.