" He took her hand. "You're a wonder, Nancy Osbourne. Somehow,you've managed to be that 'demure, little school teacher' _and_ 'thebrazen hussy', bo...h at the same time."Which do you prefer?" The dancer; I couldn't even talk to the schoolmarm, let alone behaving dinner with her. But I can certainly talk to the dancer. Sheseems more natural, more free. I can watch her show, and then,afterwards, I can sit with her and tell her how much I enjoyed it.Even better, on Saturdays, I can buy a. My treasure was not too hidden, as my clitoris was already swollen in arousal, but she proved to have either the instinct or the experience (and I was beginning to suspect it was both) not to do the obvious and go for my love-bud at once, but to explore my other crevices and take some time, working around, upwards and downwards. I began to give little gasps of pleasure from her attentions, with deeper moans every time she let the rough part of her tongue rasp across my clit. My heart rate. .I began to imagine doing it in more and more risky situations, and the more I let my imagination run wild the hotter the fantasies became. It wasn't just when I was home in bed - at school or out in town I'd think of secret spots where I could reach under my skirt and rub my little pussy without anyone realising.Inevitably the fantasy became too enticing to resist, although when I first made it reality it was (I realise now) in about the most clichéd way possible. I'd often sit bored in class,. Chuck said he was going to bed. Danny & I stayed up about 1-1/2 hours later playing when we decided to go to bed. Chuck was in one room, Danny & I would sleep in the same room. Danny took the bed & I took the floor. I was laying on the floor thinking of that beautiful 15 year old boy toy laying just inches from me with that big boy dick & great bubble butt wishing I could have him. It must have been about an hour I lay there when through the dark I heard Danny in a low whisper. "Tim" I lay.