I am a 18 year old boy who lives in style. I have a muscular body and a very sex appealing look. It was with my teachers, chemistry, English, accounts...and last but not least my computer teacher. Yes in my life I had teachers teaching me sex.But today I will only tell the story of my first encounter with my English teacher named Momina , she was one of the sexiest thing in town , every time I looked at her my cock use to harden like a rock and tried to smell her pussy , every time in class I use. ..Another burst of light flooded the room, andBrandon knew from the sensation that he wasnow in his 'Lisa' form. He felt horrible about thetheft of her identity. He needed another namefor it, himself in female form... whatever.'Lisa'... 'L'. 'Elle?'It'd do until something better came along. Elleclimbed from the couch, to go to his... hercomputer. He (DAMMIT!) She got up to move,and stopped. Something was going to have to bedone about the clothing issue. Not to mention,there was still a simple. Heather loved those hypocritical holy rollers. She'd heard most of their conversation and saw through their bullshit immediately.Heather knew they were both using Jenny during the long break in conversation. She knew, Cora, Jenny's mother, was rubbing her bare cunt on Jenny's back and neck while John got his cock sucked. She knew because they talked openly about what they were doing: she, about how smooth, soft, and sexy Jenny's skin was and how the back of her neck was perfect to rub off on;. I requested a drink, a Vodka Ice, and hubby had a beer, I told John, I'd go get changed so we could start as soon as Tony arrived.In the bathroom I put on a lacy black bra, matching black knickers in a sheer material and red topped stockings. Over this Gerald had requested I wear my finest St Trinians' style school uniform, my hair was already tied in two plain. I applied ruby red lipstick, a little blusher and eye shadow. As I was having a little perfume to my ears and cleavage I heard voices.