I only have my everyday stuff, except for my old Catholic school uniform. I mean it isn’t really sexy, but that other model on the website was weari...g one so maybe that will do.”Matt just stared at me. “You have a Catholic schoolgirl skirt?”“Yeppers! Sure do! How about this? How about I go into the bedroom and put it on and you can tell me if it’s good enough for you and your friends?”“Really? You want to model it for me? Right now?”“Back in a flash! Stay sexy for me.”I ran into the bedroom and. As I kept moving my eyes up her legs, I could closely admire her curvy tan legs, they looked silky smooth as her robe did that morning. I could imagine her legs up in the air resting on my shoulders as I fucked her brains out. My fantasy was disrupted by her sexy voice. “Hi, thanks for coming. Come on in”, said Mrs. G. I quickly tried to make eye contact, so she wouldn’t notice I was looking at her sexy legs. Now that I was looking up at Mrs. G, I could see her entire body. She was wearing cut. What began as an accident quickly became a lingered, cheap feel. It had been so long since I felt a man‘s touch that even an accidental one was welcome. This touch was electrifying. It was dirty and wrong and secretive and over as quickly as it happened. He pulled away. Now I remember... He's not interested in me. I don't even look at him. Embarrassed that I just caressed my ass against my coworker, I grab the juice I came down for and quickly turned to leave. But there he stood, facing. “None of that!” I told him. “We did that last night, and may do it again tonight, but not right now. It’s time to go to breakfast before they stop serving,” I reminded him.“Okay, Babe,” he agreed, and we went into the bathroom to shower, take care of our morning business, brush our teeth, and Chuck shaved. We stopped by my old room to wake Chris and Roy, but they were already up, and we all went to breakfast.It was a lot cooler up here in Virginia than it had been at home in Georgia, and we all.