Tristan was an asshole, but he had a great body and a huge package so the sex more than made up for it. She couldn't just get rid of him! But she knew...the perfect way to relieve her pent up frustrations. As though she had done it a million times before, Annie got changed into a pristine lacy black one-piece and admired herself in her bedroom mirror. The outfit was tight, and barely enough to cover her perfect tits and toned ass. She completed her look with a pair of six inch stilettos, which. Some of my school buddies used to tease about her being a real MILF. I had ignored those taunts and really never studied her figure or lusted after her in that way. I told myself I had used her panties as masturbation inspiration only. I also denied any thought that I had connected her scent to thoughts of actually being with her in bed. I told myself it was the scent of a woman and it didn’t matter who produced the scent. All I knew is it got me hard and my cock would spurt hard whenever I had. "Ashley!" Mme Renou-Briggs says in her stern French accent as sheapproaches where we're sat. "A little sister is something to betreasured, not teased!" I feel my cheeks flush as the dark-hairedteacher stares at me, while Bryony lets out a quiet, smug chuckle."...Sorry," I mumble as my sister and my friends giggle, prompting anuncharacteristic smirk from our dance teacher."Come on," Mme Renou-Briggs says, ushering the four of us to our feet."It is time to dance!" Not needing to be told twice,. Ok, I'm lying: it was a evening alone since my girlfriend had made plans with her girlfriends and my presence was not welcome. I'd already checked out some of the erotica sites that I frequent and didn't see anything new, and I scanned the tube for anything NOT a rerun or a stupid-ass reality show with no luck. I called a couple friends, but they were busy so I decided to make an early call to my favorite phone sex line.This was a great service with multiple lines and dozens of women. It wasn't.