"Let's not go home yet. The night is still young. It's our night. Please?"How could John refuse? "Sure," he said, putting his arm around her waist. Wh... not? Maybe it was the end of the pressure of the job. Her smile was radiant as she put her arm around him as well, and they started down the sidewalk. She looked like a million bucks, just like always, but especially tonight. Her skirt hit her in her mid-thigh, showing off her long, tanned, freshly waxed legs. The three inch heels of her pumps. By now my cock was making a noticeable bulge in my shorts.I brought a drink out to the cabana for Belle and quickly left. I had to go jerk off. The thought of what she had under her clothes had me to that point.A few days later she was back at the front door. “Where’s your Mom, Johnny”? “Uh, Belle, she went out for a while. She won’t be back for a couple of hours”. “Well, Johnny, I guess you and I will just have to have a drink by ourselves,” said Belle as she touched my cheek. Come on, Johnny,. He swilled the two instruments in the cold liquid to ensure they were chilled for the first session. He put a pile of stiff paper towels in the tray, these were not like the ones he had used on her, and they were made of a very rough material and had a tendency to produce hard edges when crumpled.He expected by now the first group of boys would be having a close inspection of her.Taking the new tray of instruments and returned to the classroom, he placed the tray next to the chair, fitting the. I -‘ he looked at his surroundings. He noted that it was dark except for the candles and his eyes wandered to the roses. I could tell he didn’t know what to think. ‘Um,’ he said quietly. ‘What’s going on here?’ I smiled shyly up at him, holding his arms with my hands. ‘I just wanted to make you dinner.’ His eyes slid deep into mine, almost in a trance and he startled and came out of it. ‘You can take a seat at the table,’ I told him. He went to the dining area and took a seat. I went to the.