I set up a search filter, so I get results only in the closest distance to my house. When I've got a notification that Laura viewed my profile, I felt...how my heart started beating faster. But in pants. No way! That can't be she! I opened her profile and couldn't believe what I saw for at least a minute. I didn't remember her that way. She was always dressed in strict costumes and had ponytail style hair.From the phone screen, my school Math teacher was looking at me with lust and desire. I saw. His hot creamy spunk splurted out of him like flowing milky lava.I dutifully took it all in. Swallowing it all down like the best kind of tasty yoghurt. When the orgasm was over, he pulled his wet spunk-covered cock out of my mouth. There was a pool of cream on my tongue, which I pushed against the roof of my mouth, making some of it trickle down the back of my throat, and the other load of it trickle out of my mouth over my lips and running down my chin."Mmmmmmm... So yummy..." I breathlessly. .. and, you're Britt-Chanelle?"Elizabeth Hurley had followed her ex-boyfriend's example. Hugh Grant had made the headlines with a prostitute, on Hollywood Boulevard. He'd been caught in a 'compromising position' with the infamous, Divine Brown! And, Elizabeth Hurley had been photographed by 'The Enquirer' in Los Angeles - the beautiful, English actress spending time with the sensual Britt-Chanelle... "MMMM, " Britt-Chanelle whispered, turning to her girlfriend, "She seems to be interested in my. Samuel was Howdy. He said I had to be Heidi, but I said it was my party and I got to be the Princess -- I’d be Heidi afterwards -- and wore an Indian costume that revealed when I served the grape punch. Indian Princesses never wear White-man’s goods.Ralph Brownel, my principal, was Buffalo Bob because he had a cowboy shirt. He had me refill his punch cup a bunch.Marian, who teaches math, was Clarabell. As she’s the chattiest one at school, she honked her horn lots.My friend Ruth Anne was Mr..