This was when I was school pupil at St John's College in Harare Zimbabwe. I'm not from zimbabwe but my father was sent there on a diplomatic posting.... Mrs Wilson was the girls swimming team's coach. She had medium length blond hair that made me think she was a scandinavian goddess the first time I saw her but she was scot living in zimbabwe at the time and every boy in school had fantasized about her. A few friends and I would sometimes sneak behind the hedges that surrounded the schools. "The better to lick it off," he grinned and stuck out his tongue. Teresa was sitting on his lap with just her robe loosely tied around her. The top was loose enough that one breast was fully exposed and with her crossed legs the top leg was bare almost up to her crotch. She was feeding him pancakes with her fingers and he took considerable pleasure in licking his utensils clean and the area below them when the inevitable drip happened."Tess and the ladies should be back soon," he sighed. "I. A hellish place she had known all to well before her first husband had rescued her from the life she had been living amongst the dregs of humanity who inhabited the capital's underworld. It was then she sensed that the young man riding her saddle was about to reach his peak. "Do not hold back, Mr. Johnson," she urged as his thrusts became more erratic. "My constitution is well able to withstand the tempest which you are about to unleash upon me!"Her lodger exclaimed a sudden "OH!" and hammered. She sometimes wonders if he is really doing the same to himself. She often wonders how long their online affair will last. Sometimes she wonders if these stolen online moments could be considered betrayal to her husband. Really she thinks that it is just for fun. She enjoys talking to her online lover, finding out what excites him. Sometimes after one of their online sessions she wishes she could crawl in bed with her husband and have wild passionate sex. But after working outside all day, she.