I never swallowed it all I would let some drip from the corners of my mouth so he could see. Jon was panting and touching himself as I sat opposite fr...om him telling him of my adventure I had opened my legs and he could see my stockings and the damp crotch covering my oily cunt. He wanted to go to the bathroom but I was feeling a little mean “come here darling I need a little special attention” I opened my blouse and pulled my bra down so he could see my swollen nipples “come and suck on mummy’s. She wandered over to Jerry who kept quiet through the whole event. She knelt down between his legs and sucked his cock into her mouth. How I wanted it to be my cock.When she got it hard she motioned Jerry so that his arse was on the edge of the sofa. Then she sat down on his cock. I wasn’t sure whether it went up her pussy or her arse and I didn’t care, though I reckon it was her arse, but she looked fantastic sat astride his cock with her own cock jutting from her.“Come here Tom, sit on this. “Right Philippa, up you get!” Pippa struggled to her feet and Mrs. Dupree held out her hand and clicked her fingers. “Panties Please!” As Pippa removed her soiled panties she tried to fold them with the gusset innermost to hide her shame from Mrs. Dupree. Mrs. Dupree took them and refolded them before placing them on her Pippa’s skirt. Mrs. Dupree now had the tawse in her hand. “Now Philippa, I would like you to kneel on the bed with your legs spread as wide as you can. A little wider…. What if? That was the persistent question in my mind. It seemed that I had no free time in my mind to think of anything else, once I thought of her again. Oh, yes, I could remember shopping lists, to do the dishes, all the mundane things associated with existing, but the area in my mind that is connected with free thinking was no longer able to drift, wander and roam. What if? Should I write out my thoughts and send them to her? It’s difficult enough to write a regular letter to someone and.