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Mrs Robinson aka Mrs SimpsonChapter 1 – Showing me how it’s done I worked for a year on leaving school to earn some cash so I was 19 when I started Uni. I found digs in a Victorian terraced house shared with 4 other guys. I arrived a day early and was met by the landlord’s wife Mrs Simpson who introduced herself as such. She was late 40s maybe early 50s, dark brown hair to her shoulders, size 14, shapely calves and a nice rack. She had a homely, mummsy face, beautiful brown eyes and a lovely smile … she was in her own way a very sexy woman. I guess the expression these days would be a MILF. She showed me round the house which was on 3 levels. On the top floor there was a double and a single bedroom so on the principle of first come, first served I bagged the single. Before she left Mrs S said if it was okay she or her hubs liked to pop round from time to time to check everything was okay. I said fine by me and I’m sure the other guys won’t mind. For the first month I fucked around and didn’t do a scrap of work. I had a whale of a time. Not sure if it’s the custom these days but back then students had Wednesday afternoons free afyon escort for sports and activities or extra studying for the swots. About a month into the first term I decided to at least try and catch up a bit so I was at the digs reading. Two of the guys had joined the rugby club and were on an away fixture, one had gone home to see his sick granny and the other was at the student union chancing his luck in the poker school. Just after lunchtime there was a knock at the door, it was Mrs S. She said she was passing and wondered if any of us were at home. Naturally I invited her in and asked if she would like some coffee (remember that cheap powdered instant stuff?) which she accepted. It was October by now and she had an overcoat on which she removed. Underneath she was wearing a cotton housecoat like the ones hotel maids wear. But this was more like the smock things nurses wear with trousers so the hem finished well above her knees. Even better the bottom button was undone so from side on I could see a fine expanse of inner thigh clad in dark tan nylon … mmmm I thought … nice. She asked where the others were and afyon escort bayan I explained the situation.Have you been keeping up with the cleaning rota she asked? Well sort of, as best we can, I replied. So she started to look around the lounge. Typical lads she said, you’ve missed the edges of the carpet and under the furniture … and look at the dust behind the TV. Sorry Mrs Simpson cleaning’s not really our thing I mumbled. I can see that she replied and proceeds to get the hoover and duster out from under the stairs. Now you sit there and watch … I’ll show you how it’s done she said. She started with the back of the TV and as she leaned forward I got a fabulous view of her stocking tops and big white knickers. Her bum was to die for and I immediately developed a hardon. Next she stood directly in front of me with her back to me and started to dust the coffee table. As she stretched forward I got the same fabulous view of her stocking tops, knickers and gorgeous bum. But this time she was only a couple of feet from where I was sitting and I could clearly see that wonderful furrow of flesh where a woman’s escort afyon thighs meet her bum cheeks. Holy Moses …I couldn’t resist … I leaned forward and placed my hands at the top of her thighs. She squinted over her shoulder and said … behave yourself young man, I’m old enough to your mother. But then just carried on dusting … much encouraged I moved my hands up and fondled her bottom. Then to my delight I heard her whisper … mmmm that feels nice … I like having my bottom felt and at that she placed her hands on the table to support herself. As she did so her legs parted slightly. Feeling ever bolder I ran one hand underneath and rubbed the gusset of her knickers. I could feel the outline of her pussy lips through the cotton fabric and to my utter joy the gusset was damp. By now she was bent fully over and her legs had spread wider. Too good an opportunity to miss I fell forward onto my knees and buried my face between her legs. The aroma from her aroused sex was pungent. I heard her moaning softly as she pushed herself back against my face. I eased her knickers to one side and buried my tongue in her wet opening. The smell of the sweat on her perineum was intoxicating … as I gripped her thighs tightly and furiously licked her clitoris she came in my mouth and it tasted like nectar … I could feel my trollies had become soaked in pre-cum. To be continued …
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