Recently, I have been thinking more and more about Mrs. Wong, but it was just my fantasy that I would impress her with the knowledge of the language. ... wanted to be a top student, so that she would pay attention to me. Anything to catch her gaze so I can immerse myself in those eyes. On the other hand, I knew that my language skills were very poor. Excitement mixed with anxiety. Interesting connection. Fortunately, the next three days flew by quickly, confusion at work as usual, I dreamed of a. Well it wasn't really spying, since the pictures were on the Internet for anyone with the web address to see.I was depressed about Gus so I decided not to jump Lucas. It could wait a few days or even weeks. It might take that long before I felt like myself again. I threw myself into the work routine. It seemed the easiest way to get through the days. Even depressed I didn't want to lie in bed and cry, I wanted to get into some kind of shit. Good or bad didn't matter, just something to break the. Still admiring myself, I called out to Tom, "You ready?" Ready when you are, Mrs. De Mille!" he called back, and started the music. We did our high- heeled strut to the centre of the stage to begin - and then I looked at him. Wow! What a transformation! As we danced and mimed to the music, I could hardly keep my eyes off him. He looked the perfect baby-faced blonde, with his puff-ball wig, long false eyelashes and pouting, candy pink lips. His slim body shimmered in a silver halter neck top,. I couldn’t respond at this point. She stretched her right leg and placed it on the back of the couch. He smooth snatch hovering just inches above me. She was really wet and her clit was swollen. I slowed my action down, I did not want to blow a load yet. She changed positions, placing her left leg up on the couch in a standing reverse cowgirl stance. She moaned and said yehh I can watch better now.She was really getting into herself and her legs were shaking some. I asked if she wanted a hand.