No hose (my legs had a healthy tan), and a halter top with a short jacket. He liked it but did not know (then) I went sans underwear. I felt the cool ...ir as it teased my pussy. It was going to be a good night. I knew because I had already decided that fact. The movie came and went and Carl asked if I was ready to go home yet. My nipples were hard and I had not yet even been kissed yet so, no way! I suggested we go to ‘the river’. It was a local make out spot. Only about fifteen minutes away I. I bet that many men who read this dreamed about sleeping with one of their high school teachers at one point or another, I know I have.Obviously I'm against rape and non-consensual sex, if there is any kind of force then yes, it is sexual abuse. It's also sexual abuse when the teenager in question gets drugged and can't act on his own free will.However, all those times when none of that is the case, can you really call it sexual abuse?Is it really so wrong for two consensual individuals to love. She migrated to Vancouver, Canada four years back with her husband, who was also a doctor.''Unfortunately her husband died in a tragic car crash some six months back. I am going to Vancouver to keep her company and also to study on the side'. She told me about her parents, her house, her pets and friends.Suddenly she asked, 'Where are you staying in Vancouver?''I have no definite plans or reservations. In some hotel I suppose, ' I said.'Why don't you come and stay with my sister? We can then. ”“Will you be spending the night here or at my place?” Georgia asked.Looking at the two women, Oscar wiggled his eyebrows in the manner of Groucho Marx. Moving his fingers as if he were flicking the ashes off a cigar, he said, “I’d like to spend it with you.”“That was a horrible imitation of Groucho Marx,” Debbie said.“That wasn’t Groucho Marx. It was his evil twin brother, Grouchy Marx,” Oscar said receiving groans from his two girlfriends. Even David Bear Claw looked at him in dismay.Oliver.