Jessica had agreed to get breakfast from the cafeteria to give us an extra fifteen minutes, which we’d used to ensure SHE was thoroughly fucked befo...e work.“That was a great way to start the morning!” Jessica said.“Kara must be wearing off on you,” I chuckled. “Either that, or reaching the ripe-old age of thirty-nine has made you appreciate early-morning sex!”“Thirty-eight!” Jessica protested. “My birthday isn’t until May!”“And you’re closer to thirty-nine than thirty-eight,” I replied.“You’re. She didn’t know it but Max was proud as hell of himself for saying what he’d said. “Ms. Templeton, I mean that too! I mean…I mean I guess I’ve been thinking…about that for…for a while too mam. I guess I’ve…I’ve wanted to uhhh tell you that for…for a long time now. I don’t know how long…but I guess it’s been a really long time. I know you uhhh probably don’t believe me.” Yep, she was astonished as ever to hear what he had to say. She didn’t know what to say in response to it all. At that. The end result was a digital "oil painting" of an erotically beautiful young woman in a midnight garden. She had dark hair, and her youthful curves glowed in sensuality, as in a painting by an Old Master artist. She appeared to be teasing her panties away from her beautiful crotch. Her name was Francesca.How had he ever sunk to this? It started when he looked at a photo of her, taken a few years ago. He found himself fantasizing about her in the nude. He scanned the photo into his computer,. The fact that Matt seemed to value her made it easier for her to value herself and she knew that the next time Miss Conklin asked her, if she did, she wouldn’t have any problem declining the coach’s offer. ‘You kids want lunch?’ Mary yelled from the kitchen. Matt looked at Dianna. She nodded, and hoped lunch wouldn’t nauseate her the way the thought of breakfast did. Matt stood up and said, ‘Let’s go eat.’ Mary had made a wonderful lunch and Dianna discovered she could eat without feeling sick..