“I thought you left school, oooh, probably two or three years ago, but I’m terrible at estimating young girls’ ages.”“I am a school teacher,...silly,” she smiled, “English Lit and Drama mainly to Years 7 and 8. It’s been rather hectic this term, what with putting on the Christmas show for the Lower School and cramming everything else in. And Mum kept on pestering me for the last few days to come to this party. I really didn’t want to commit to going until I was completely finished at work.” She. I said I don’t know. Because of you only I am doing this fitness; if you are not this beautiful I wouldn’t have done this. I said how ever you look I am happy with you. He said but I want to look as beautiful as you are mom and hugged me. Though he is wet with sweat I didn’t mind hugging him and smell the sweatiness from his body. He took the juice glass and drank it fully and was about to clean his lips with his hand and I stopped him and licked the juice which was on his lips and said your. “Well I strained my calf muscle, I don’t think I cooled down properly after my run last night” “Ok I said, show me the muscle” laughed She eased round and pointed to her left calf, there.“Mmm problem” I countered.“What is”“Well I can’t rub cream through your leggings”“Oh god yes. Oh well never mind”“Don’t be silly, slip them off, I’ll go & get a towel to cover your modesty”.Before she could object, I slipped into the bathroom and threw her a towel then went back in to the bathroom. “Give me. I knew she had effected me with something very special. We kept to light chitchat at work, I started flirting with her feeling comfortable enough to start telling her how good she looked and how amazing she was. This considering what she has to go through in her, away from work, life. The orneriness grew considerably after several weeks and we was soon chatting about what we like to do sexually. She blew me away when I mentioned dropping hotwax on my wife’s tits and she moaned while saying that.