I had to work hard at not being a hypocrite.As I buried my face in Tasha's furry beaver I hoped that she had at least cleaned him (them?) out of her b...efore giving it to me. I didn't normally mind taking cum from a lady's honey pot, but I did like to know whose it was.Tasha wasn't happy when I told her that I wouldn't see her until two on Saturday. I told her that my mom had something that she wanted me to do Saturday morning. Hey! It wasn't a lie.A hot mouth on my cock and a girlish voice. I found her in the garden doing the beds, she was wearing shorts, no bra and a loose top. She hadn't heard me pull up and walk in. I stood and watched her as she bent over pulling weeds and tidying flowers. Her tits showing in the large arm holes of the loose top as she bobbed here and there. Her very cute butt wriggling as she fought with whatever weed she was trying to pull out. My cock was rock hard. I watched for a while from the other side of a hedge, she didn't know I was there. The one. That gave me a slightly curvy body and a pair of small boobs. I had body hair though (legs, chest and hands) which I didn’t enjoy. I had shaved my pubic hair as those could not be visible by friends and relatives but I couldn’t do anything with the rest. About two or three months later I decided to give Nick a surprise. I was to meet him on Saturday as usual. My s****r was away that week so the day before I managed to take some of her clothes, stockings with suspenders, a nice red thong and an. ”“I’m sure you did,” Ms. Woodhill said.Sean left the classroom and headed towards the gym where the school had set up a decompression area with food and beverages. Coach Slaughter was standing around to make sure that things didn’t get out of hand.“Hello, Coach Slaughter.”“Hello, Sean,” Coach Slaughter said worried about what was going to happen next.It seemed to him that every time Sean was around, life got interesting ... in a bad way. He still was trying to figure out how Sean had managed to.