Grinning, I said, “We're now Slut and Cucky.” Giggling, Jeanne said, “I've never realized that sex could be so much fun.” “It just takes a l...ttle imagination.” “Michael, it's a quarter to seven. Jack will be here in fifteen minutes. I have to finish putting on my makeup and get dressed.” “May I watch?” “I'd feel bad if you didn't” Jeanne returned to her makeup table. After quickly dabbing some blush on her cheeks she picked up a tiny bottle, dipped a thin brush into it and started coloring her. On his way home passing through a formerly rundown neighborhood that wasquickly being refurbished into trendy townhouses, Steve's eye caughtsomething in a pile of discarded junk. The sun reflected off an oldornate bottle coated in wax. Thinking it might look good in his kitchen,Steve grabbed the bottle and hurried home.Dropping his gym bag on the sofa, Steve sat down at the kitchen tableand began to chip away the ancient wax. In the neck of the bottle hefound an old cork that had slipped down. The strapless filmy bra which covered so very little of her ripe buxom breasts was cut in such a way as to allow her nipples to protrude.Mrs. Grandage smiled in satisfaction and ran the pointed tip of her little red tongue over her lips, causing them to glisten, then she reached for her silken red robe.The clock down in the hall struck eleven, as she now moved to stand facing the door, one hand resting on the brass bed-post. Her heart was beating wildly with excitement and she could feel her. He was near."You're ... uh ... dressed differently today." Yes, sir."Kelsey grinned to herself. Mr. Martin couldn't keep his eyes off Deanna's chest. He was just like every boy on campus. Show off some skin and female form and the boys couldn't help but stare.When Mr. Martin returned to his desk, Kelsey whispered. "He likes you. He was imagining you naked."Deanna shook her head. He was a teacher. He wasn't like that.Kelsey didn't know if Mr. Martin imagined Deanna naked or not but she wanted to.