Spaghetti straps on the dress left her shoulders delightfully bare and led his eyes to explore and admire the firm swell of her breasts as they filled...the bodice of her satiny black outfit. I'm losing my mind, he thought desperately. Who the hell is she?Oh my God! She thought, it's HIM. She tried to avoid looking at him seated opposite her by burying her face in the wine list but she could feel his eyes on her. She burned at his gaze and ripples of unwanted pleasure flowed through her body.. She was a black lady 5ft 10 and slim, she always dressed in skirts and blousesand high heels, she was very prim and propper This morning she was wearing a white blouse, and a short navy skirt with flowers printed on it , The headmaster was speaking , Mrs peters crossed her legs as she did I saw a glimpseof a pair of yellow knickers The headmaster went on then said Mrs peters will give you the information, Mrs peter uncrossed her legs and opened them reaching down for a file I nudged Paul for a. He finally admitted that his twin sister is a clothing designer in New York and that he had been subjected to more "fashion sense" than any teenage male should ever have to endure when he was growing up. Some of it just naturally sank in.I was just glad that he wasn't gay. I don't have anything against homosexuals. They are, after all, just people. But that would have taken a lot of the fun out of teasing him.I finally let him leave. I saw him out and thanked him for being so helpful and. Releasing her finger, he pulled her in close, burying his lips in her neck. ‘Carter please,’ she started to pant, ‘someone might come in.’ ‘No they won’t, this is your office, your private domain. Besides I already locked the door.’ He sniffed deeply, inhaling her scent. ‘Gaawwd! You smell heavenly.’ ‘Carterrrr-Ahhh…’ She shivered, feeling his nose nudging and sniffing at her neck, her hair, the soft spot behind the lobe of her ear, like some wild animal, scenting his mate. She trembled, breath.