European neighbors: a mature affair, part four

“Tell me again what you are, Mandy Wilson,” he repeated, clearly getting off on Mandy’s self-deprecation. XXX Three prods and it went all the way up, causing Mandy to dance around as if on hot coals. Twice Mandy got up to go the toilet, passing close by, which kind of spoke for itself, he guessed. “Ooh, look what I’ve brought along,” gushed Mandy with an equally lustful grin, holding the bag open beneath his nose to reveal the school uniform inside. Occasionally, as they walked, John’s hand would stray to Mandy’s backside and issue a little grope, eliciting a giggle in Mandy who was clearly revelling in the older man’s attention. He still hadn’t given a plan proper thought, carried along as he was on a tide of enthusiasm and vicarious perverted pleasure. “Ooh, look what I’ve brought along,” gushed Mandy with an equally lustful grin, holding the bag open beneath his nose to reveal the school uniform inside.