History was one of my favorite subjects. He drove by my house on his way to school, a rather large Bonneville, but never acknowledged me, as I waited ...or the school bus. I would come into the classroom, and my teacher would stare, and I could not figure why, even as I turned my back and went to my seat. I was rather unremarkable, but wondered for weeks. We recently were assigned seating, I sat in a position on the far corner of the front row of the classroom., and had a side view of. She promised she would make mycooperation well worth my while.On Saturday, I was back in the satin outfit. Jane hadfun dressing me. She put nail polish and makeup on me.She commented on how great I’d look with my earspierced but we both knew it couldn’t go that far. Allthat satin and stiff petticoats rubbing against me hadturned me on something fierce.The event was a huge success. All of us dressed assaloon girls had so much fun. I was amazed at how manywomen loved teasing my body.. My station was close and I had to get off without having a plan for the next move. That night I was thinking about her. She was a bit shorter than me. Dark features like me. And you’d bet she takes good care of her body. I love the wrinkles around her eyes and lips. And when I was masterbating that night, I knew I want to have her under my body, giving her huge orgasms, and see pleasure in those eyes and hear her moans in my ears. The next couple of weeks I was not as lucky as before. Util one. Kate’s pussy was tingling as she watched him. She glanced at his face and though not able to see his eyes because of his sunglasses, she knew that he was looking at her long ,toned legs and short skirt that was displayed in front of him.Kate looked again at his nice hard cock pushing his sweats out and she could feel her pussy heating up. His fingers kept slowly sliding along his cock and back again.Kate let out a little sigh as her pussy was becoming wetter. She watched him continue on. Kate.