And I could see how quickly I was going to run out of that opportunity. I decided to act faster and go slower with the rolls.Encouraged, I looked her ...traight in the eyes while she stared at herself in the mirror putting on her makeup. She looked at me several times and each time she held my gaze more and more. The fourth or fifth time she looked at me and stared at me, taking advantage of that attention I stuck the tip of my sex to the towel at the level of her butt.She gave a slight gasp and. You have them!” I quickly stuffed them in my pocket somewhat embarrassed still. So we straightened ourselves up, put the towels in the dirty hamper and went back to our desks.All afternoon I was bothered by what happened and so I skipped my normal afternoon wank. And I was careful not to open the one drawer of my desk where I had stashed Rachel’s panties as each time I did there was that funky fruity odor of cum. Finally on the drive home I realized what I needed to do. So I made a detour.The. God, why hadn't I taken advantage of that moment? A headache?That was a stupid excuse. I had a headache now. People were watchingnow. That didn't matter. How could that matter? I looked down at mysoft, glittering cleavage, and I nearly choked.I was SO FUCKING HOT.My palms tingled as I felt my face flush. I stumbled as, withoutwarning, my whole body shivered with lust. I felt my pulse, pounding inmy chest, in my ears... and down below. There, deep inside, I throbbed. Icould feel the. " Bullshit," Mr. Bradford said. "I am a way better kisser than you." Oh really," Mr. Hall said. "Would you care to put your money where your mouth is?" I would rather put my mouth where her mouth is," Mr. Bradford said and kissed me again. It was a strong passionate kiss. I closed my eyes and felt his warm lips pressed against mine and his tongue rolling over my tongue. He rubbed his hand on my thigh slowly as we kissed. I moaned softly.Mr. Bradford and I stopped kissing but my eyes were still.