" It's just... well, your last room-mate had a reputation as a bit of a prude." Lorraine? I guess, if you want to think like that. She knew what she w...nted, too... she wasn't prepared to compromise. I'm guessing you'd understand that, right?" Yeah, that's true." Yvonne settled back, obviously considering that. "Good for her, I guess." It worked for her, too, she got who she was after." Who? One of the choirboys?" she smiled a smile that was almost a sneer."Hey, I'm in the choir." You are!" That. In the teachers’ lounge, she felt so very sexy. She had considered casually spreading her legs as she sat sipping coffee, chatting with the other teachers before heading to her classroom, but thought better of it. Nevertheless, the thought of doing it moistened her sex, and just made her all the more horny. It was the last day before Christmas break, and the k**s were pretty excited about a two week break. Kathy, Miss Smith to her class, was excited about it too. The morning had passed as it. Is Darlene. She IS the mother," I said grinning and then purposely waved catching her attention, as Darlene smiled, waving back ... and simply dropped the robe she had on, down onto her lounge chair. Now they were both naked."That's ... that's disgusting!" Karen spat, refolding her arms beneath her breasts again as though in emphasis of that."Why? What's so disgusting about that?" I asked now looking over, admiring the two of them as Darlene settled back into her chair, sunglasses on. I. I have an advantage in that I don't have many restrictions in what I will do sexually. I am up for pretty much whatever the customer wants except for S&M. I don't mind a spanking or a little nipple clamping play, but anything involving real pain is a no-no. "I like me and I don't trust you" is my philosophy! Some people call me a skank whore, some call me gutter trash... whatever. You can call me whatever you like so long as the green keeps coming in - believe me, I've been called every name in.