As the last guests left I turned to Mr Arrogant."Could you help me get him upstairs to bed?" I asked"Sure. I'll carry him up if you open the doors ahe...d and I’ll get a good view of your ass in that tight leather mini!"I smiled as he bent over to lift my Husband. As he stretched over my husband the tight leather look vest stretched across his back muscles enhancing his broad back. With one scoop he lifted my Husband out of the lounger chair.Lifting my husband over his shoulders like a slab of. I need to feel like I know someone before I feel ready for the more emotional and physical side of a relationship." I understand completely. Good night." I feel badly, its like you're giving up without letting me have a fair chance to get comfortable with you first. I thought I'd have more time than just three dates." We each have a timetable that is comfortable for us. It appears my timetable is out of sync with yours. I can usually sense when this is the case. You are a lovely woman, one I. Emma finished up her shower and walked back into the bedroom, picking out her outfit for the day. She pulled out a lacy black thong and put it on. She found a matching bra and garter belt. She then slipped into some thigh-high stockings, loving the way they hugged her legs. She found a tight, black work skirt and a white, short sleeve button up blouse. She buttoned up her shirt only just past her cleavage. Normally, she would go higher but she liked to make the boys she taught a little hot. Crump was a rather stern and imposing teacher. One did not misbehave in her class. There was never any whispering. There was never any passing of notes. Students always arrived on time, if not a good five to ten minutes early. One always paid close attention, never got caught being distracted, which wasn't that easy as her lectures on Victorian literature could be so long and tedious. The students so much preferred Miss Bixley, but her classes this semester were all full (see "Miss Bixley lends.