I walked quickly to Miss. Giless' room and knocked on the door. I heard her sweet voice, 'Come in.' I walked in and she was sat at her desk. I went to...ards her desk and sat on a chair opposite her desk. She looked up at me and smiled, teasingly. I decided to partially ignore the note I received earlier and started a conversation relating to the novel we were reading in lectures.'Miss, I think I need a bit of help with the book that we've been reading this week. I just wanted to know if you had. Jill finished her wine with one big gulp and poured herself another glass, spilling a little because her eyes were riveted on the kissing couple.Adam kept his right hand moving gently on her upper thigh, caressing the white skin above her stockings. His other hand began caressing her cheek, then pushed through her hair, pulling her face to his. Joan kept her hands in her lap, seemingly not knowing what to do with them. Her skirt had pulled all the way off her legs now, and Jill could just see. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every. ” As I watched my sister kicking and shrieking, fit to burst a lung, under a furious blur of hard spanks I realized it was beautiful. Watching Makaela’s jiggling melons dancing under the hairbrush, her breasts flopping beneath her. Finally she ran out of strength and could only lie across her moms lap and cry. Finally stepmom let Makaela up. “Show your sister your red bottom.” Makaela turned around and gently puckered her ass out for me to see. Those plump cheeks were scarlet and bruised. .