She was the last one in. The normal gossipy chatter was more intense today, as the students discussed Ms. Traynor's illness, and who might be walking ...hrough the door any minute as her replacement.Ilsa found her desk, and, after a quick glance at Melanie, busied herself with the work from the previous class she had missed. Her focus was on the textbook when the substitute walked in, but she knew it because the class quieted, as twenty-seven pairs of female eyes surveyed and assessed the new. I chose a pair of black fishnet stockings, with a short black skirt with slits all the way up my thighs. A black shirt that molded to my round boobs and the significant curve of my waist. I wore no bra underneath the shirt and naturally, no panties at all.“Bitch…” Was the only comment Helena made when she saw me…All the men at the party loved the way I looked. I had enough margaritas and was a little bit fuzzy, wandering around the party looking for something to do as my girlfriend Helena was. Peter had to learn that jealousy would never be tolerated again. This time it must stop for good: he really needed therapy. She could not go on any longer as they had been. She looked up at him.“Peter, it’s not as easy as that. I could say I forgive you, and we’d return to where we were before. I’d still be tied down by this jealous streak of yours; I’d still be demeaned by your lack of trust in me. If we went to a party you’d still come up huffing and puffing if you saw me talking to another. We talked for a bit then got up and danced. The feeling of having my arms around him brought back a lot of feelings now being fueled even more by the wine and pot. Since we could be seen I didn't want to overdo it but I was holding him as close as I could without attracting the wrong kind of attention from anyone such as his wife. I moved my hips in a bit as I leaned back to talk to him and could feel that he was aroused. Since I was, at this point, as high as I ever had been and my .