Following them the various dignitaries exhorted us to face the future boldly. They looked hot in their suits and ties. Only the football coach had an ...pen collar and no jacket as he gave his pep talk. His shirt was sweaty.Naturally my mind wandered. I scanned the gathering before me, picking out the faces of my friends and acquaintances. There was Fran, big, bold, brassy Fran, heart as gold as the robe she wore; Inez, about to set off on her pre-med pursuit; and dear, sweet Missy, my former. She had a thin white cotton blouse on, through which I could see her black bra straps (a sight that always made me feel a bit odd, a very nice sort of odd though) and an extremely short, pleated school skirt that was navy blue. Sometimes she wore a very tight skirt but not today. I could never decide which looked best on her. The tight one looked great, taut against her thighs as she walked or sat and sometimes with her pantie line visible but the pleated one looked just as nice in a different. See, your nipples dont lie. He slipped his large hands under her bra and scooped both titties out from their confines. He continued to fondle them, and bent down to put his lips on the right nipple, his rough beard scratching against her aureola. She tried to push him away, but Jimmy was there holding her right arm while Tony reached down and held her left. She tried to scream, but as he worked her nipple between his teeth, what came out was more of a moan. She felt her clitoris go rigid, and. ’ Olu wiped his mouth with a napkin. ‘I am fine.’ I sipped my water, wondering if Olu was just as star struck as I was over the light reflecting off of Henriette’s exposed cleavage. ‘Liv, how have your lessons been going?’ Dad asked, trying to make it seem as though he wasn’t enthralled with Henriette as well. ‘Dad,’ I frowned with reproach. ‘I don’t want to compare…’ ‘I don’t think Henriette will be offended if you tell her that Olu’s a better teacher…’ Henriette feigned shock as I tried to.