"Great memory," I commented. I had to admit, I did look good. I had on a black bodice-style top and low slung, tight leather pants with two-inch platf...rm boots for a little more height. My hair was half up, held out of my face with a couple of dragonfly pins, nothing else but my watch and stud earrings for jewelry."I never forget a beautiful woman," he said with a wink before turning to another customer.I sat at the bar, sipping my drink and watching the crowd. Only petting was allowed on the. I open them and see Felicia fumbling with my boxers and almost faint. "What... Uhhmm... What are you doing?" I ask her, my cock harder than a rock. "Paying back my debt." She smiles and winks before she slips my erection into her mouth. Electricity runs through my veins as her scratchy cat tongue tickles the mushroom head of my shaft. I shudder in utter pleasure as her rough, textured tongue runs along the length of my shaft. "It's salty!" She says with a mouthful of dick. I relax and. He groaned, watching her cum and swimming her to the shore. He laid her back on the wet sand, the water rolling up to his thighs. ‘I have to see you.’ he growled as he ripped her bikini bottom off, the torn fabric still attached to her right thigh. He ran his fingers over her exposed flesh needing more of her than he could possibly get, he went down on his stomach, his head between her legs, he spread her thighs wide, using his thumbs her stretched her lips as far as they would go than began. "Listen up, Year 11s! Mr. Dellaqua is going to be stuck up at theoffice for a while so I will be taking the girls to join in with myYear 8 Netball class, while the boys can join Mrs. Moorefield who isrunning football with the Year 8 boys."Luckily nobody shouted, "What does Taylor do?" I didn't want to loseanother P.E. teacher to the bureaucracy of Gemma Taylor slander.However, I did wish I counted as a boy on this call. Mrs. Moorefieldwas as nice a teacher as you could get and would probably.