Her back arched and she thrust out her chest, spinning slowly and then she bent forward again. Her hands found their way to her bare outer thighs. The...grace with which her legs entertwined at that moment was mesmerizing. My wife had a slight sheen of perspiration on her skin, glowing in the light. She d**g her palms up her thighs, to rest on her swaying hips; through the blades of her grass skirt. The skirt flittered in the movement, revealing a hint of her bald snatch beneath. I was jolted. “It stank. I washed it,” I said.“Get him one of Bradley’s t-shirts,” Mrs Hubert said calmly and as the girl went off to do that, the woman smirked and said,“Been practising?”I blushed and she said quietly,“Tomorrow morning.”“I’ve got school,” I protested feebly.“Bunk off,” she said. “Unless maths is more important than life skills.”~~~As I approached the house at 9:15 the next day, it seemed like a weird time to be doing whatever it was we were going to be doing.Mrs Hubert led me straight into. More

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