The other guys had carried John to the station wagon that they all arrived in. John had insisted they go ahead and go up, Kay stayed behind to tend to...John. She had his pants off, leaning over him to check his leg and her boobs were ‘just hanging there in space’ as he put it. ‘I couldn’t help myself. Or I should say that’s what I actually did!’ He laughed, as Kay blushed furiously right on cue. ‘Never did get to sky dive.’ Was his punch line. Then Bill Jelen told his, he was in the produce. Mrs. Wilder was about 5’8" tall, flat-chested with a very narrow waist and long, muscular legs. Her skin was rather dark, may be one of her grandparents were black. Two features had always called my attention: She had a big bubble butt like some of the black women in the porno movies and unusually full, fleshy lips.. Her hair was black and curly, and she had bushy eyebrows over green eyes. Nice piece of ass, I often thought when I watched her around the house. But her attitude was a turn-off,. I was about to say something to Barry but he hadn’t returned. Was chatting up some cute 30’ish woman. Cute, no, damn gorgeous. Long, curly-blonde hair, bitchin’ figure, and legs. Damn! Those lean legs, boldly in view from the slit in her black silk dress: tanned, smooth and long as marathon mile. I could also clearly see she wasn’t happy, mascara streaked from tears, mouth downturned. Damned if I wasn’t getting hard looking at her.Barry returned after I signaled him. A little annoyed I spewed. I tore my eyes from her and went to my desk. "Everyone ready?" I asked, though it wouldn't matter, I'd pass out the test regardless. I gave everyone in the first row their papers, and almost as if they we're programmed robots, they passed the rest back and began. ~The End Of Class~ "Ever, may I speak with you after everyone leaves?" "Sure, Dr. Benson," she said, sounding rather bored. I watched everyone leave the class, Stephanie lingering for a bit, then leaving after me giving her a look..