"Why don't you take your nose out of that book and look at all this crumpet?" asked Danny. "What?" I replied. "Look, I've got to finish this before my exam next week." "I just wish I had your good looks," mused Danny. "What?" I said again. "Good looks, what rubbish." "Hey, it's not rubbish that all the good looking birds keep giving you the eye," he observed. "And you're too busy to notice."
The students in Mrs. Proudbum's class were all 18 year old graduating students and they were well acquainted with the erotic elements of spirited coupling. The sex-deprived widow had not counted on the devious plans of a pair of twin blonde sisters and a young lad with a need to discover the joys of exploring the kinky desires of mature women rather than dealing with simpering teenagers.