The door opened, and Ms. Pusskins walked in. A blonde cheerleader followed her into the office. Mr. Hardown instantly recognized her. Courtney Assmon....Courtney was his favorite student. She had the perfect body, and she always wore the perfect clothes to show off that sexy body of hers. Ms. Pusskins placed a beaker onto Mr. Hardown's desk. The beaker contained a white foamy liquid. Mr. Hardown stared at it, wondering what the strange liquid was. “What is it?” he asked her. “I'll show you,”. She broke away for a moment to take off her shirt, exposing her perky breasts. They were a standard size, possibly a little small. But so round and with such wonderful pink tips. She looked at me expectantly and I glanced at the camera. She giggled. "Aw come on, your tits are so much better than mine." She was probably right. If there was one thing I knew I had, it was a great rack. I wore a D-Cup and everyone assumed they were fake because I'm still thin and they're so supple and sit high. All. Best not totell him though, he totally loves me.*"I brought a film for us to watch together, it's called The Warriors.Would you like to see it, Princess?" Of course."The film was good at first. It was about a gang who went to a huge meetingof gangs, only to be framed for murder and forced to run and fight theirway home. Along the way they came across a baseball bat wielding gangnamed the Baseball Furies, and it was then that everything changed for me.* Running. I'm not at home anymore, I'm. A week later, the two of them checked into a hotel about 50 miles from where we live. I turned on our home pc and coordinated it with the laptop webcam my wife had set up in the room. She called me on her cell phone and put it on speaker so I could hear as well as see the action. As I settled myself in front of the PC, I could see into the hotel room. Since web cam technology was fairly new back then, the picture wasn't the greatest, kind of fuzzy in the dim light, and where it was placed.