" Not me." Do a good job and I'll let you feel me up."'Why the hell isn't someone that fast on the track team?' I thought as Timmy looked out the wind...w. Like all the classrooms in the middle school, ours had a window about the size of a paperback book. The doors in the high school were solid wood, though I wasn't sure what the school meant by that."Clear."Kimmy leaned me back against the desk, then molded herself to me. My hands found natural resting places on the cheeks of her ass. The denim. "Fuck, fuck,fuck, fuck fuck. I just masturbated while fantasizing about my boss. OhGod, I am in so much trouble."* * *Jordan was on Angela's balcony, smoking. Angela didn't want themsmoking in the apartment (in case her mother came over, Angela didn'twant the place to smell of smoke), and so he smoked on the balcony.Jordan was wearing his white, lace floral sundress, the same one he hadworn to the clinic. It came down to just above his knees. It had ascoop neckline and a scoop back.Jordan had. If he gets hard and goes off, that’s all that matters in terms of banishing his fear of failure. The real goal here is to help him fuck Millie and remove the tension between them!’ ‘All right, that sounds as if it might work. Just remember that I’m fine with whatever you do.’ Pausing for a moment, he continued with a grin, ‘The real goal, as you said, is improving things for both Jeff and Millie, but, remember, it is ok for you to enjoy your work!’ The following morning after finishing a group. Normally, that would indicate that all wasn’t quite right with his world, and she could feel the concern for him building inside her.Still with her arms around his neck, Anita pulled back just enough to look into his eyes as she asked, “Hey, you okay? You don’t usually hug me like that unless something’s wrong. Not that I’m complaining or anything.. You were always the greatest hugger!”.There was a momentary lull as Anita studied her father’s expression again.“So, what’s up?”, she wanted to.