"I then feel your amazing tits pressed up against my back and your hips squeezing into my ass as you pull me into your body with an unbelievably tight...hug. I feel so warm and comforted, so full of love for you as you just hold me tight against your body. I never want you to let me go, I never want this day to end, I never want to say goodbye and I never want to be away from you. Eventually, you start to rub my chest and you start to make slow circles on my nipples. My nipples are incredibly. Male Tutors, who were not married, were of course branded as homosexuals or faggots as I preferred to call them. The female Tutors automatically despised me because of the way I treated them. I was contemptuous to all but one of them. Yes, you guessed it, she was a Babe – the only Babe in the school. Mrs. Susan James was one of the top Art Tutors. She was married and lived in our street. She was tall and slender, with a mane of rich, black waist length hair, and disproportionately large. "Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the task of mending Jill's ripped garment. She felt so choked up at her husband's ill-deserved praise that she did not trust her voice. A wave of relief swept over her when the program resumed, diverting her husband's attention.Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever learned about my sordid past, she thought, pushing the needle savagely through the torn fabric. Just as he'd be crushed if he knew just how low and despicable his. ” I said as we pulled in to the parking lot. There were only 3 other cars there and at least a dozen paths leading in different directions from the parking area. Nicole surveyed the situation and decided it was her turn to hide her thoughts behind a smile.We parked the car and started along one of the paths that led to a lake. We walked and talked some more, and smoked some cigarettes. As we talked the tension grew. From holding hands to holding each other, and suddenly we were standing in the.