"So a pole dancer?" He asked and I began to get paranoid. "Yep. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put o...to his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds and looked over his shoulder at me. His smile made him look like he was eighteen, for he was in his twenties, quite young for a teacher. I put my notepad down and he grabbed my waist, bringing my close. They had a damp spot on them. She had giggled. In the bath Susan's hand was between her legs, gently stroking her clit as she recalled her massage. Both legs were done first but only from the feet to her knees. He then poured oil on her back and pummelled her back from her neck to her waist. Susan really liked a massage and got one professionally every time they went on holiday. This was just a prelude....she was really waiting for the encore. He poured oil onto her backside letting the oil. Emma turned on her bed. The girls stopped, Maria sitting up and leaning on her elbows while Lauren still gripped her thighs and buttocks. Deciding that Emma was simply dreaming, Maria touched Lauren's hair, signaling the all-clear. Smiling back at her, Lauren pulled her pyjamas down to her ankles and off her feet. Then, with a wicked smile, she trailed them over Maria's legs, up between her thighs and over her breasts. Maria continued to prop herself up, but spread her legs wide open as she. ”“You aren’t making sense.”“I know, but for a little while I can sit here and have you all to myself.”“Still makes no sense to me. Fucking on a full stomach isn’t all that great.”“Well, if it won’t be fun I guess I’ll have to take a pass on it.”“You aren’t making a whole lot of sense here.”“I know. One of my biggest faults. I’m told the Baked Alaska here is to die for.”“Will you please tell me just what in the hell you are doing?”“I told you. I’m sitting alone with you and drinking in your.