Now I was completely turned on and I had various thoughts running in my mind. I wanted to slide my hands into his shorts and get hold of his cock like...I do with Vikram’s inside boxers while crushing my own tits for him.Or what if he comes a bit more inside the table and removes his shorts for me where I can give him a handjob with his legs resting on the back of my hips? Or what if he asks me to come forward, make me kneel, pull one of my tits out, pull my hair and make me suck him or shag. "I know Bob likes to look at me and I have noticed that you do too. Don't think I have not seen the looks you give me when you think I am not looking. To be honest, it flatters me 'cause you look pretty good yourself." I could see that her nipples were now showing through the tight fitting tank top. "I bet you wonder what I look like under my clothes, don't you?" I felt my face flush with embarrassment. It was if she was reading my mind. "Ah-ha! You do, don't you? Don't be shy, I love that you. She returned to the complicated Maths questions on the sheet and decided to give them one last go.Five minutes later, Lauren Halliday looked over at Clare O’Driscoll, who had pushed her comfortable padded chair back from her desk and had got to her feet. She stood behind her desk for a moment looking at Lauren. The tall Maths Mistress placed her large hands on her hips and tried to push her small breasts out so that they would stand out beneath the grey cotton blouse she was wearing. She slowly. They walked along the one-lane gravel road that led past his home, listening to the whippoorwills and other night noises as they walked . . . followed faithfully by Rascal, the ancient beagle that Cal had raised from a puppy. When they returned to the house, Cal held her closely, lowering his face to hers and kissing her longingly and enjoying the thrill as she kissed him back with equal passion. Finally he held her at arms length and loved her with his eyes, from head to toe. ‘We can’t sleep.