Not lounge around the campsite with my folks, for sure.And here were two of my teachers!“Chris! What are you doing here?” Ms. Barton had laughed w...en we ran into each other on the path. “Holly -- Ms. Rennick, I mean -- and I are camping here, too.” The way she beamed, it was like Ms. Barton thought I was some sort of old-time friend. She was one of my favorite teachers, though. I’d heard her cheering in the stands when I made the three-pointer in the semifinals with Stanfield. Lost by 18, but. I wasn’t sure what to say. We sat in silence for a moment.I looked across at her. Her hands were caressing the material of her fishnet stockings. I was beginning to feel my cock rapidly expand up the side of my leg. Watching a pretty female caressing her stockings always excited me. I don’t know if it turned them on, but it definitely never failed to arouse me.“Are you still cold?” I asked, trying to show concern in my voice.“It’s freezing.” She said nodding, her teeth almost rattling.“It’s not. My mate told me the local lower school fete was on and went till about 8pm that night so after dinner I met up with him and walked down to the school.Most of the crowd had gone and some stalls were packing up, suddenly out of the blue I noticed a girl from my class with a girlfriend. She was average looking but nice body and knew that she had had sex with a few guys so decided to go over and chat her up.My friend soon started a conversation with her friend and they wandered off. We chatted. Dorothy slowly turned to face her mother who had gotten up to her feet. But mother how can I get money for it? she asked. Suddenly Dorothys mother slapped her. Even with your ass! If you come here without my drink Ill kill you! Do you understand me Dorothy? I WILL KILL YOU! she yelled to her child. Dorothy was walking towards the pub as she held her painful cheek. She quickly dried her tears with her gloves, she was already cold enough as she was. Getting into the pub, she smelled the.