.. mmmm... de kisses upon de troat... down to Yvette's cleavage... no one is to be told of de way... mmmmph... de way you squeeze each boob in hand, l...eking and nuzzling into Yvette's great-big teets." Yvette is happy when mi amore comes to grab her boobs, and den... yes... den to plunge your face into... OH! into de pussy! Yes! De way you lick Yvette's pussy... it gets her ready for de main entree! AHHHHH! Tease de pussy! When you flick de little nub; Yvette cannot help but to get wet wit de. " Without a flinch or twitch, Grace responded, "No ma'am. I was just singing to myself." Her voice coated in sugar. "Well, I know you have been waiting a while Ms. Sawa. Headmaster Dravin should be available shortly. I apologize for the wait." and with that she resumed typing away on her keyboard, her attention no longer on Grace. The 16 year old lost track of what was going on beyond the door, and the next thing she heard was a chair scooting back. "So Jenine," the Headmaster resumed, "if. “Is there any coffee left?” I innocently asked. “Sure!” one of the men said and I said “great!” and I walked past the men so my ass was close to them. I reached over and made a cup of coffee for myself and turned around and they were staring at me. I then stretched my arms to where my top lifted up and you could see the bottom of my boobs while I stretched and they couldn’t take their eyes off of me. “Where is everyone else?” I asked.“The wives went on a horseback ride, why aren’t you. "Fancy a barbeque mum?"That was a silly question, but her reaction still made me smile.She jumped up and clapped her hands like a kid."Yes, oh great, come on Jill, let's go to the shop and get some lager while Tommy starts the Barbie."I was still swearing at the bloody thing when they got back with a dozen cans of lager and yet more vodka, giggling and whispering to each other as I prayed to the god of homemade barbeques."You know that denim skirt of mine that you like me wearing?"Mum was.