‘Good morning, Miss Veleslav,’ he said, staring at her legs. She ignored him and took a mouthful of porridge. ‘Are you enjoying that breakfast?�...� he asked his voice taking on an angry edge. ‘If you continue to forget your manners in my presence it can be removed,’ he threatened. She pushed the bowl away, not looking at him. ‘Go ahead. I’m beginning to hate porridge almost as much as I hate you,’ she said finally looking at him, her amethyst eyes flashing. She saw him swallow his anger. She knew. Lewis was so horny, hecouldn't take it any more. He walked down to the fence and motioned Jennyover. "Yeah, Mr. Lewis?" Jenny asked. "There's a janitor's closet just inside the back entrance, to the left.Please meet me there at halftime," he begged. "But Mr. Lewis, I'll only have ten minutes," she answered. "Please, Jenny?" "Okay, Mr. Lewis, but it will have to be quick." "I understand." With that, Mr. Lewis returned to his seat, only to leave a few. .down...he reaches her tummy and his tongue dances over to the side to where her thigh begins and kisses the spot that drives her crazy. She moans and grabs his head and pull him in closer. He slowly slides down her wet panties. Her thighs are so soft. She leans back as he parts them and kisses her tummy. Working his way down...down...he finally reaches her sweet flower. Ever so gently he flutters his tongue across her labia. It's so wet. Around and around his wet tongue flutters and teases it. With powder and paint ‘Cos it makes you look ... like what you ain’tOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... in a strapless gown ‘Cos a strapless gown ... might fall right down”There were many more verses than I’ve listed here. Eventually, Fred strummed a final chord, and rested the guitar.Once we had got our own breath back, we praised him, asking him how the heck he remembered quite so many of the verses.“Partly practice, partly having that sort of memory, and partly cheating - why do you think I.