He hesitated at her door. Going to knock but pulling his hand away. He was acting like a lovesick teenager. Giving himself a mental shake he knocked o... her door. Grace answered in her PJ’s. She looked delectable but he tried to keep his thoughts focused. ‘We need to talk.’ He said. ‘I don’t know. It didn’t quite work out that well last time.’ She echoed his earlier concerns. ‘I know.’ He said and walked passed her and sat on the couch. Resigned, she closed the door and sat across from him. He. It was only after three boys were sentenced to detentionthat Coach Saunders was able to regain control of his classroom. Thehour went by hellishly slow; despite the no tolerance policy enactedby Coach Saunders, students continued the verbal and minor physicalabuse behind his back. It was with relief that Mark headed for thechanging rooms, eager to put the past hour behind him. Breathing asigh of relief at the short reprieve and chance to change into abetter choice of clothes, he leaned. " She still stood there staring at me, in her towel. She was getting ready for her shower in the other bathroom.All of the sudden..."Can I shower with you?"I about shot my spunk right there. I sat and though for a minute, staring at her. "..y...ye..yes if you'd like."She dropped her towel, and oh my god the best body I've ever seen. Her belly was very firm, along with her tits, and legs. She was beautiful. Nice tan lines around her ass, pussy, and tits. Her pussy was slightly shaven, it was a. I knew I was OK, but I didn't know if Jean felt the same way about herself. I worried about her psyche and wanted to touch base with her as soon as possible.That on my mind, I came down to breakfast just a little later than usual as Jean was telling our Mom that she had to drop off her car at the mechanic's and would she pick her up after?"I will," I offered, hoping to have the chance to have some "plain talk" with Jean."You have an interview this afternoon you told me," Mom offered. "How're.