Except for the clear, already-wet outline of Tess' bodacious boobies -- imprinted, from the inside, by the soaking-wet bra she still dutifully wore.OK... so that wasn't so good, but I was still confident that going braless would have been an even greater disaster.Tess' two-tone green shirt wasn't as revealing as the earlier, all-tan, all-wet skin-tone version, but it was interesting enough that the males in the gallery didn't go elsewhere. By the ninth hole, the new shirt was as soaked through as. One went to each side, grabbed a corner of the top cover, turned full frontal to the audience, paused, then jumped into bed together, him on top of her, simulating grinding away in a sexual frenzy. The curtain fell. There was silence. And then applause and a buzz of chatter burst out as the spell was broken and the audience checked with each that they had really seen what they thought they saw. After a few moments the curtain raised again and the full cast took their bow – Sylvie and her guy in. Mac just stared at me, tongue lolling as if he didn’t have a care in the world and didn’t hear a thing I just said. “Alright, so I’ll take that as a sign you understood me” I said as I walked over to the bathroom and opened the door, motioning him in. “Here boy! Come over here so we can get nice and clean!” I said in that high pitched, friendly voice that people use when trying to get a dog to do what you want them to. To my surprise, Mac trotted over without problem. “Good boy!” I approved as. .. I wonder how in the world Mrs. Katherine got that idea, it's not like we're in kindergarden anymore. In case I ever read this in the future, let me remind myself that Mrs. Katherine is the absolutely WORST english teacher I've ever had.The first day it was really exciting, getting a teacher that hot, she's more of a model than a teacher. She's just a bit smaller than me, with an absolutely fabulous blonde hair, it reaches around half her back. It seems that she just left the university,.