My sister usually invited me for Christmas, which was not much fun as she would bring our conversation round to what went wrong in my marriage. A subj...ect that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her rules. I, it would seem did that frequently. It was March before my journey plan took me back to the West Country.. I was getting ready to leave but the man kept talking to me. Apparently, it must have showed in my face that the man was annoying me that another gentleman walked up from behind me, placed his hand on my back, said hi and wanted to know who was I talking to (as if he knew me). As he was giving the man a stern look, I smiled and introduced the man to him. The stranger who was tall, nice looking, had full lips, deep voice, and sounded like a foreign spy shook the man’s hand and introduced. She heard the laboured voice before her. "I'm sure you don't want those two seeing you like this; anyway it's a woman's thing." Mary lifted Suzy's panties under her nose, inhaling the pungent aroma of pussy. She unfastened the front of Suzy's strapless bra and tossed it onto the bed. "Beautiful, they are really beautiful!" Suzy's young breasts were firm to say the least. No sign of under. .” she started.“See, you’ve upset our visitor”, the principal cut her off. “What you must do now is climb up onto teacher’s desk and stand facing your classmates. Then, when they start chanting ‘strip - strip - strip’, you will remove every stitch of clothing which adorns your body…… You got that?”The girl’s shoulders drooped, and her head dipped in resignation.“But……” Belinda again started, and the principal immediately showed her the palm of her hand, which brought her into full.