Cass Porter sat at the table and read the letter from her older sister again. Then she handed it to her husband, Jack.

"She makes no mention of why she is sending Jess here beyond the fact that she wants to be here in Los Angeles to get away from the company she is associating with in Omaha," she said.

"I thought a teenaged girl would have found more of the company your sister wants her to have in Nebraska than in California," Jack said.

"Well, we'll see," Cass said, going around to her husband and pouring him another cup of coffee. "It just means that our activities will be a bit restricted when she arrives the day after tomorrow."

"Pity," Jack said. "It's just as well I arranged for the new PE teacher to come around tomorrow evening to meet you-" he blew gently down Cass's neck between her billowing tits as she bent to pour the coffee "-and to meet those."

Cass thrust her tits forward proudly.

"That's Guy Marriott. You say he's a real titman."

"And ass," Jack said, stroking her ass, "and pussy."

Cass grinned and parted her legs to let him play. "We were sitting together having a break the other day and he went through the whole female staff giving me his assessment of them by what he could see of their tits."

"Well maybe he's got something to go between these," she suggested, holding her blouse aside and letting her husband see well down her cleavage.

"There'd be no doubt about that. I reckon he'd be equipped like a bull."

Guy Marriott didn't look anything like a bull. Cass decided when he arrived next evening. He had the physique one would expect of a physical education teacher-broad, muscular shoulders, slender body, strong limbs-and he was tall and good-looking.