" Good job." Next girl. There were twenty-six in our class and she taught four sections. It wasn't a required class, but those who were college bound ...new that it was supposed to show how good they were. It was Amanda Drysdale. I still didn't know all the names of the kids in my grade. There were about 400 of us."Why don't you just look at our papers and check them off?" Amanda said."How would that answer my question? Did you give your homework the time and respect it deserved to teach you. While she wasn’t the most petite woman around she wore it very well. Her body was in perfect proportions. Her ass was no more than a handful and her tits were, did I mention her smile? She always wore a perfume that was just light enough to make you want to get closer to get a good smell and memorable enough that you never forgot it. Since I was now a contractor she would come in to my office and chat with me because no one else ever did. She did ask me why everyone avoided her and since I. J H was just like that. The conversation started simple enough - greeting, small talk, then sex talk. The sex talk was very interesting, not because she had some strange fetish or anything like that but because she was basically a slut but she was only 18 and still in high school. She told me about how she had sucked a guy in school and the neighborhood guys who used her. I thought that was great added to the fact that she was about 4 miles from my house. So after that conversation, we. ” “I asked what present.” She said, "Give me one moment, I need to go to the toilet.” When she returned she knock back her drink and I did the same, but she was not wearing her pantyhose. Then we left and as we got outside, she said, “I almost forgot about your present,” and handed me her pantyhose and said, “Go on take a sniff, you know you want to, you’ve been dying from day one.” I was plastered, so I thought fuck it and took a sniff, I let out a moan and she just started to laugh and.