She was wearing blue denim shorts revealing her milky thighs. She saw me checking her out, but just smiled and said: “ come on, let’s get started ...ith class!!”I quickly went and took a seat on the dining table where we used to have tuition. There was another boy (Aman) who was already there. Mrs. Lal started teaching us a new topic and then gave us some questions to solve.While we were working, she started telling us that she was feeling very hot and that’s why she wore such clothes and. “And a night in a hotel far away...” I sighed. “Whatever shall we do for entertainment?”My Bill smiled. Yeah, the boy’s spoiled rotten. Deena and I make a point of NEVER letting him do a day without some particularly joyous coupling and his enthusiasm has yet to flag.“Plus,” I continued, “Two hours IFR time each way.”“I can’t believe Cindy’s posting a Pilatus here,” Bill said.“We talked about it,” I replied. “Dunno how it’s gonna work, but two at Auburn, one at Birmingham, one here.”“Would make. But because the men are taking our antics well, he can't stop us.Gwen and Stasia can't keep this up all day. Soon they are tiring and are slowing down. Gwen knows this. So she changes the game. She tosses the rock into the crowd of women.It drops.We all look at it on the ground. I know what she wants but I dare not be the first person.I whisper, "pick it up." Thankfully someone does.It is the mother of the little girl Godiva is watching. Isolde they called her. She picks up the rock and gives. When Heather was in her late twenties, my mother had told me of some of her exploits and shocked is the only way to describe my thoughts at the time - other than curious too. It seems that Heather's exploratory side had come out after a strict upbringing in the house of a military dad. In a small town of only about 1000 people there aren't a lot of secrets and Heather had gotten a reputation for being a party girl. Her adventures included spontaneous stripping (at least to her bra and panties).