" You're making this sound like school," he said."It is. Sex-ed, to be precise. But with less emphasis on theory and more emphasis on practice. Unfort...nately they don't give degrees in this, so you're just going to have to trust me that I'm qualified to be your teacher." You must be the stereotypical hot teacher that all the boys in the class fantasize about." And most of the girls, too. You're fortunate to get this one-on-one tutoring from the most popular teacher in the school. Usually I. By the time we’d reached that highway junction, I’d become quite comfortable with her company. I think she was getting used to me too, as she went into more detail about her life than most people would. By the time she’d finished her life’s story, I’d have killed to be twenty years younger, and been a part of that life.We shot right through Watson Lake, which is about half the size of a folded postage stamp. If it wasn’t for the junction with the Cassiar Highway, it’d probably dry up and blow. "That was really scary, 'cause of a whole bunch of reasons. People there knew my mom ... and the place was kinda dangerous. There was this one time I was out ... nd I heard gunshots ... that scared the shit out of me ... I pissed myself I was so scared ... I mean ... here I was out running around naked and someone's shooting off a gun, and I was wondering if they'd seen me and were shooting at me ... That night I nearly got caught, 'cause people were coming out of their apartments and I could. "I want you, Shelby Rons. Ever since we met." She pressed her body against mine so my back was against the wall.My dick stiffened and grew hard and excited and dug inside her.Rachel giggled and tossed her long strawberry blonde hair to the side while her right hand slowly stroked my throbbing penis through the thin material of my long swede skirt. Her eyes were the bluest colour as she looked up at me. Rachel pulled off her strapless black top and I stared in admiration at her huge titties. I.