Scanning the departure boards only confirmed her worst fear. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...Her shitty day had just gotten as bad as it could get. Nope, she thoug...ht, That'll happen when I have to call home. The realisation that she had to call her husband and let him know that she would be late home at best was enough to have her dig the heels of her palms into her temples and close her eyes. Her boss would love this, after all it was Lorna that insisted on her coming down by plane to meet a troublesome. It is most frustrating.Perhaps I’m not taking it seriously enough. Maybe I should be worried at the idea of someone following me on a daily basis. It is after all slightly sinister and an invasion of my privacy; that is if an hour long tube journey can be considered as private time. Maybe I should be reporting him to the police but that feels like using a mallet to crack a nut and I have a much better nut cracking idea. Anyway, he is rather cute in a nervous boy struggling to become a man sort. ..I do so just as Deborah is standing up. Those breasts really are a sight to behold, especially to a teenager! Big, heavy melons, with large brown areola and big nipples pointing away from each other. "I want your cock inside me, John..." she demands, as she steps out of her open dress. Still in high heels, black stockings and suspenders and matching black panties she is a breath-taking sight. Slowly she lies back until she is horizontal, legs parted, beckoning my father, her still heeled feet. They had just finish up playing a game of pool when Derrick walked up from behind. He reached around and undid the front of my wife’s night gown. She had nothing on underneath it, and he slid it off each of her shoulders and down onto the floor. He then brought her over to the pool table and bent her slightly over the side. He undid his pants and moved in behind her lovely ass with his hard cock. He slid his big cock back into her exposed pussy just seconds later, and I heard my wife.