She in her dark gray Jeep Grand Cherokee, me in my black Acura. We dined at the Chinese restaurant and then went to a nearby bar with a Country theme... Some of her girlfriends were there and this was her chance to see how well I interacted with her friends. Despite the difference in our ages (they were 29-30 like M.) I hit it off very well with all of her friends. Her friends left; M. told me that they all really had a good time meeting me. Everything seemed to be going so well between. " Turkish?" wondered Keith. "What bloody good is Turkish? I mean... I know you speak it, but you speak everything. But why teach Turkish?" I'd love to know what Fiona would make of the ablative," remarked Karen indulgently.It wasn't that long until Keith first got to meet Fiona. He was home, energised after a school football match where his pupils had totally slaughtered the opposition. He was on a real high. And the best thing to seal a perfect day would be an hour or so of sexual intimacy. I work as a legal secratary for the formentioned group. so, my buisness attire is as follows.. black v cut shirt, that falls right to the bottom of my belly button but shows off great amount of cleavage. a very tight pair of striped pants, that flow down my legs to a nice pair of pumps.My morning went by pretty fast. before i knew it, 10am was here, and standing in front of me, was the most sexiest man i've ever seen in my life. standing about 6'1'', the epitome of "tall dark and. "I answered politely, took the boy's big hand and headed for the dorm. He was tall, maybe six-feet-two and well built with a deep chest and broad shoulders. "How old are you?" I asked with a smile."Almost sixteen," he said. "I missed a year, illness, so I'm just a second year boy".I chuckled. "I'd say man if I were you. What do you weigh?" One sixty or so. Do you always dress like that?"I smiled and nodded. All I was wearing was a very thin basic singlet which barely reached my thighs and bared.