.. But, er, what subjectwill I be teaching?" Teaching?" exclaimed Kristen, her tone one of amusement. "Who saidanything about you teaching?"I stared a... her stupidly, then managed to find a slightly strongervoice. "But I mean the ad, the employment contract I just signed, thesalary ..."She cut off my expostulations. "Oh, we were looking for teachinggraduates alright, but there was nothing said about the job involvingyou giving lessons. In fact, you'll be receiving lessons. You do have alot to. " It all felt so right, yet something still seemed wrong.At the moment, I wasn't even really sure what it was. Eventually, westopped and stared back out to sea. Sam held me in her embrace and I feltsafer than I'd ever felt in my life. "You'd better fix your lipstick, girl," she said to me. Almost as in atrance, I took the proffered items and began my task. I did want to lookpretty for Sam. I tentatively opened the mirror and then the tube,twisting it till lipstick poked through the opening. I. I was the older girl in the group, one minute older than my twin b*****r, but light years ahead on sexual awareness. ‘Frida gives great blow-Jobs’, he said out loud, as we all sat watching such a scene, and both of his friends nearly came in their pants. I did not react to his comment and that seemed to make both boys more agitated, as I sat there with my school uniform skirt riding mid-thigh and my legs relaxed and open. My b*****r continued to pile more pressure on the boys, who were. I'd made a personal vow (to myself, and to Alicia and Ahmed) that after it was determined that she was pregnant, that I'd not have any sort of sexual intercourse with her until after she'd given birth. I did that out of a feeling of wanting to show Ahmed respect for being the father of the c***d, as well as a way of making a demonstration of my status as a cuckold. Ahmed had been very pleased with my gesture. After all, Alicia and I both fully agreed that even though I would be her husband in a.