"Words like that drive me wild!" She once more sought my lips."And it is only fair now, that I drive you wild!" Another wonderful kiss."Would you like...that?"I nodded."I'll even let you choose what I will use to drive you wild," she said and smiled. "I'll use my hair, or my dress, or even my feet!" But remember," she grinned at me, "the pants will stay on!"I watched her as she rose, her body moving with feline grace, and fetched a black hairbrush. She put the hairbrush on my chest, using it as a. ~~~~~ ‘This is boring’ thought Kevin Taggart as he sat in his grade 12 history class. The teacher was talking about the ancient peoples of the world as if she knew all about them. Mysterious disappearances and discovered artifacts that only tell us they lived at one point of time. The only reason Kevin came to this class, other than being a requirement to graduate was because his social teacher Mrs. Gregory was fairly attractive with medium blonde-brown hair, green eyes and stood at best guess. "Well," she said as she let go of one of my hands, "well I'll be youwon't do that again will you," she asked, already knowing the answer? Ijust shook my head, letting her know she'd guessed right."Do you like to draw or paint Terry," she asked, leading me over to theend of the long table in the middle of the room, where a couple of girlsalready were, and who were watching us?"Yes," I told her truthfully. I'd always liked drawing and painting and Iguess she could tell it was the truth by the way. He winced as the panties brushed over his cheeks. He picked up the red bra, putting the straps over his arms before he realised that he would be unable to fasten the clasp behind his back. He took it off, turned it round so that the back of the bra was on his chest, fastened the clasps, turned it so that the cups were at the front and put his arms through the straps. Next, he put on the white blouse and struggled to fasten the buttons before he realised that they were on the ‘wrong’ side. He.