Miss Hall was not a teacher of History but she taught me the facts of sex, in a practical way. That I use today many years later. Miss Hall was just 8...years older that I was. She had the beauty to add light to any room. She smelled like a rose freshly picked that day. As she leaves her aroma everywhere she goes. Her clothes enclosed a body that would turn any head. Her white skin was always perfectly toned by the sun (any time of the year). Her blue eyes had to ability to melt the uncaring. “I want to watch you please my women.” Matt said as he slapped Jill’s ass, then leaned in and kissed her passionately.The men's eyes met, and they nodded. Jay wrapped her in his arms and kissed her lustily, and she felt Matt slowly unbuttoning her shirt from behind, and take it off her, then came the skirt and boots. She felt Matt’s hands on her bare back, as he rubbed down to her ass, and squeezed. Jay moved his mouth down to her breasts, and grasped one gently. He ran his thumb across her. . and something that would not bring either tenseness or unhappiness to her mind.But that would be later.Somehow she ended up lying on her bed, dressed in the doeskin shirt, and burgundy skirt, under which she wore a pair of one of Bobby’s sister’s panties, plain, white cotton ones. She didn’t remember kicking the purple boots off but, when his hands touched her, she wasn’t wearing them.Almost instantly, when his fingers started prodding and poking and rubbing, she felt the exquisite pain of. On Thursday morning, while beginning to pack some of his clothes, he made a decision. He only had four days left at home, and he felt that he'd never forgive himself later on, if he didn't at least give this a try now.He hopped into his beat-up Toyota and headed for Cross Court, continuously calming and convincing himself that it would be all right. Still, he was very nervous. He had never been so bold to approach a stranger, and this was an even more extreme situation. Hell, it was bordering.
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