But then his pulse raced as she did the ‘down boy’ sign just as she reached the counter. Dick ate slowly and watched her. She’d sometimes glance...at him as she served but would look away without recognition. At least when she walked back to the counter she never gave anyone else that behind-the-back signal. Dick paid and left, feeling quite sure he’d made a friend. It would upset his mom knowing she was ‘only a waitress’. Dick had nothing against waitresses. He’d judge them as people, not by. I had an awful crush on him.Mr. Anderson had dark hair with just a sprinkling of silver and hazel eyes. He was 6 foot 1 and in good shape. He was 48 years old. I was 15 and had blonde hair all the way to my ass and a nice tan. Blue eyes and a firm young body with b cup tits. Most guys told me I was hot.I started flirting with him, and smiling. I made sure to sit in the front and wore short skirts and low cut shirts. I often spread my legs under my desk, but I never caught him looking. I did see. Some of the longer strands seem to defy gravity as they flop about randomly over his forehead. He looks up at me from his desk as if he senses that I’ve been observing him from the back of the room. He performs an animated shrugging gesture and looks back down at his book. I knew why I was here but what the hell was his crime, I wonder. Mr. Tracey was my history teacher and was well known throughout the school for performing impromptu social commentaries in the middle of class with the timing. " Candy said as she slid off the couch and knelt in front of him.Candy took off his shoes and socks and set them aside. Mr. Torlioni sat back and watched Candy take care of his shoes. She knelt between his legs and slid her hands up his thighs until they reached his belt. Slowly she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. She looked up at him with a shy smile as she opened his pants."I suppose you want me to stand up so you can pull these off of me." he said with a grin."Well only if you.