I must admit I’ve always had a hard spot for the English.
Having spent my childhood boarding there, they’ve grown on me.
Maybe it’s a school teacher thing?
Robert! Your homework is a disgrace! Bend ever!
Yes Mrs Walton!!
Poor auld Mrs Walton. I spent years lusting after her.
Those seamed stockings….
That impressive bust…..
Her stern persona….
She really was a horny school boy’s dream.
Oh the torment.
So close, and yet totally unattainable.
Now it’s my turn to torment these horny English housewives.
I really adore them.
What do I like most?
I love how under that thin veneer of respectability they are complete sluts.
Oh Robert, put your head between my legs, but don’t tell my husband!
Isn’t it so sexy?
So prim, so proper, I’m a saint……
Sweetheart you’re a devil in bed.
Oh no I don’t think I could do that……well maybe…… do that again!
Why are we so beholden to appearances?
No one must know.
I have my position.
Oh no I could never tell my husband I like that.
Fine, lets rock!
I sometimes wonder about Mrs Walton.
Was she a dominatrix?
Did she have a huge strap-on?
Was her husband a gimp?
Or was she a total submissive?
A pain slut?
I’m not sure what turns me on more.
Yes I am, her respectability.