But we'll talk about it later."I had a vague thought, later when? But I was too wiped to think clearly.I felt lips brush against my ear.Sexy masculine...voice. "I could carry you home, cradled against my chest. Little slip of a thing like you." Don't get cocky just 'cause you're cute and you can help Mr. Gorgeous give me the most mind-blowing sex anybody in the known world ever had." I said. "But yeah, I can't make it home on my own." That's my girl," Evan said.*We were packing my dad's SUV with. Without giving it any conscious thought, she placed the fingers of her right hand onto the snake's tail and she slowly traced its form from the foreman's shoulder over his smooth chest and down his taut stomach. The foreman made no effort to stop her, merely quietly muttering to himself: "Fucking hell," in a harsh London accent.Her hand reached the limit of his exposed flesh. She glanced at his face. His look was challenging. Noting this, Wendy traced her fingers over his belt buckle and cupped. She has a small C cup breasts that she stuffs into her 36B push up bras that make her already firm perky breast stand up more. She has a flat stomach accented by a dangly belly button ring, and a bubble butt just like her mother that would make any, man including you, want to grab it every time you see it. She is a typical teen, wearing tight skinny jeans, tanks, halters, short skirts, and heels or flip-flops. Her blond hair is always long, but she spends time styling it every day it seems. If indeed they were wearing any.It was a uniform, or non-uniform in this case that was deliberately designed to frustrate me. Even the young lady teacher who took me for that first class was dressed in a similar fashion.To me the one good thing about being in advance of the rest of the class, which I was, and about having a good grasp of the subject, which I did, was the freedom it allowed me to look around.For most of that first lesson my eyes were focused under the desks of some of those.