She taught freshman English. Spangler was in his late 30s and Barlow was in her late 20s. She was a shapely, attractive woman. Sitting with them were ...rs. Granger in her mid 50s. She was the family life and sex ed teacher which still seemed inappropriate considering her appearance and age. Also at the table were Mr. Burton, a math teacher, in his late 40s and Mrs. Flagstone, an old, feisty lady who taught college prep English. Chris would take her class next year as a senior.There was one empty. There were no houses behind her yard and the thick trees were a decent enough deterrent from nosy neighbors. “Why not?” Dennis asked laughing. “Cause then I’d look like a bitch.” Chelsea said walking over to a patio set in her yard. She sat down on a half metal half plastic chair. Dennis strolled over and sat across the glass patio table from her. “And I’m no bitch.” She said adjusting herself in her chair and shimmying her jeans down to her thighs. Dennis could see the cloudy outline of her. Sounds ok I thought. Warm yellow liquid running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too much. It wasn't enough for us to talk about pissing on someone legs. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the skin. We chatted online for ages and the longer it went on the more extreme we got. She asked if I could chat on the phone. I gave my number and I waited nervously for the phone to ring. The phone rang and I answered. Hello, I said nervously. A. Just hearing the word sex come out of her mouth gave Mitch a big hard on. In fact, the end of his cock was in the process of burning a hole in his pants.When they arrived at the house, that was quite a bit better than the one he and Layla occupied, Jodi got out of the car, slammed the door and let herself into the house. He followed quickly as he knew he had to follow her every move as he didn’t know the layout.Jodi went straight to the bedroom and he was only seconds behind her. Still angry.