It took quite some shoving back and forth, but after about thirty minutes the room was a lot more to her liking. Finally she could take her music and ...ooks downstairs and put them in the living room, where they belonged. Her mother had always complained whenever she tried to change anything in there – even if only putting a book in the bookcase. She happily spent the rest of the afternoon carting her stuff into the living room and turning it into a place she really, really liked, removing all. The brunette was being entertained by an obviously drunk man in a gray business suit, who it appeared was trying his best to put a move on her, as he was draped all over her. I couldn't see her skirt, and she did have a red sweater, but her pretty, youthful face (no wrinkles that I could see) convinced me that she couldn't be Irma.I concluded that Irma hadn't arrived as yet, took a seat at the bar, ordered a beer, and continued to watch the show the brunette and her obviously drunken suitor. When we were together, I loved unbuttoning him when he was driving, running my hands over his beautiful cock, loving the feel of it under my skin, pulsing and hard. I used to lean over and lick him gently, knowing others might see us and yet not care. Just as long as I could feel his cock along my lips and in my mouth. He thought I was so filthy whenever I did, calling me a dirty bitch. He was never a big fan of feeling my lips massage his shaft or stroke his balls whilst sucking hard on the. ” Samantha added after a moment, “It took a full two hours to make that call didn’t it Deborah?”The statement shook Deborah. She had no idea that that type of information was so easily available. Had she known she most certainly would not have used the phone.“Sorry," Deborah said.Samantha said pointedly, “What did we say this afternoon about students apologising only after they were caught?”Deborah blushed. She remembered only too well. She had accused her own students of exactly that and how.