He let out a little chuckle, “we’ve not even begun yet boy, take those clothes off, get over here and let me see that bulge.” I put my backpack ...own, pulled off my hoody and tshirt, pulled my shorts to the floor along with my underwear and stepped out of them” I kicked off my flip flops and walked over to him, he stood up and pushed me towards his desk. “Bend over” he ordered and pushed me onto his desk. I lay on his desk and felt his hands on my ass, he give me a slap and moaned “this is a. "Call me Deb," she waved her hand at me. "I haven't been Mrs. Mitchel for five years. Come down to the kitchen, we'll have a coffee."I followed Lacey down to the kitchen, stunned."Do you take sugar?" She asked. I nodded."One."As she stretched up to reach the sugar, I couldn't help noticing how the T-shirt strained against her impressive cleavage, and the long, smooth muscle definition of her legs. She made the coffee and handed it to me."So." she sat on the counter, crossing those magnificent. That or Moira or Amanda stay sober enough to drive us home. Before I could really think anything through, mainly tell Moira or Amanda that I’m hammered and one of them needs to sober up so we can get home. Jeanette stood up on a table and got everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone. I want to thank everyone for coming to the party for tonight.” Everyone hooted and hollered for Jeanette. She simply bowed. She slowly waved her hands down getting everyone to quiet down so she can continue to. It was a dark, poorly built, and not equipped well enough to cope with the number of students that attend. Students share textbooks between three, and three seat desks are the study area of anything up to six children, who share one pen between them. Comparing these conditions to the classes I see in England is almost impossible, you can not compare an English class of thirty children to an African class of six hundred children! I was however, given the wonderful chance of visiting the.