“Does that bother you?” she asked.“No, not at all,” I said, “I just… I… I never would have guessed...” I floundered again.“It’s OK... I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, sticking her tongue out in an adorable way. “That’s not something I normally blurt out to people I’ve just met, by the way,” she went on, “but if I can’t be honest about it today, of all days, when can I?” It would turn out that there was another very good reason why she wanted to tell me this fact before the conversation. She rolled onto the floor, her hips and shoulders and breasts still undulating as she parted her legs obscenely wide before them, her hands now moving over her abdomen to her pussy. Just as the index fingers of both hands slide through her gaping, wet pussy lips, she drove them into her hole before throwing her legs in a twirl to bring her to her knees facing Santini and Goran. She crawled with all the slinking, enticing grace of the cat she was named for. Her breasts swayed beneath her, her. The Deans handled studentdiscipline and student complaints. She hadn't filed any complaints,so it had to be a matter of discipline. With more than a little dread, she made her way to his office. Aftera brief wait, she was ushered inside. He gestured her to a chair in front of his desk, but she just stoodthere with a deer in the headlights expression. He wasn't impressed. "Sit," he commanded. Her resentment at the tone of that command brokeher paralysis, and she sat. He stood behind his desk and. ‘Mrs. Bradford lives there by herself. She’s ninety-seven or so. I’ll bet she could use some help cleaning up around there.’ The two girls quickly agreed. ‘Why don’t we go over there in the morning and see if we can help,’ Joan suggested. The three boys looked at us and then quickly glanced at each other. ‘Suppose we come and help,’ Ron said. I smiled at him. ‘That would be nice. I’d like that.’ The other two girls looked at Jim and Zeke and I think those looks helped decide for them, because.