"I know where he is!" Wait, you do? How!?"Slut had had this kid's education. She remembered his memories of schoolas though they were her own. I may h...ve been rolled back since then, butI remembered Slut wracking her brain over and over again, trying sodesperately, so fruitlessly, to figure out what was wrong. It was vague,like a photograph of a photograph, but I could still remember some of thedetails.We just had to get there in time."What happened?" asked Sandra as I burst into her passenger. As she bent over, her robe parted and I had a close-up view of acres of cleavage between her pendulous breasts. She sat and put her feet up on the table, the robe parted once more to reveal some rounded belly and a prominent mound inside her granny panties. Much to my surprise, this half-drunk old bag was turning me on !We watched TV in silence for a while, then she casually rested her hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted another drink. I said, "no thanks" then turned toward her and put my. Holding one end of the red material on the tip of my index finger, I walked closer towards the Professor. I placed my hand on one of the arms of the leather chair and leaned forward just enough so my breasts were right at eye level. I noticed my Professor hold his breath as I teasingly dangled the lace in front of him. He took a deep breath through his nose and I smiled. He could most certainly smell my arousal that had left its mark on my panties and he licked his lips. "If you would consider. Julie Marshall however was a significantly different proposition. It was the distressed cries emanating from the deserted gymnasium that had caught the ear of the head janitor one Tuesday afternoon, some thirty minutes after school was out.Pushed face-downwards across a rolled-up piece of matting, Drew had been in the process of spanking the ten-year old girl's bare bottom, having tugged her white cotton briefs unceremoniously down below her knees."Quite a sight, I have to say," commented the.