She was the type of woman who liked to get men riled up, sliding her hands across their thighs and pressing her breasts against them on the dance floo...-- whispering seductively in their ears that she had to get back to her girlfriend. Katrina was my mind-blowingly, heart-stoppingly beautiful, lesbian boss and best friend of three years. The strange relationship afforded her the power to drag me bar-hopping after three doubles. All it afforded me was a raging hard-on. Despite the platonic. It was Shilla, hi Eve, I’ve got your party goodies and I have something to tell you when you come over to pick them up. Shilla was at her best, hiding information, always making a mystery out of everything. I said I would call over at eight o clock as Tom would be in for his tea around six thirty and had a squash match on at the leisure centre, so I would get him to drop me off on route and then pick me up on his way home. Not another party, said Tom when I asked him to drop me off at. I always defended myself, but the Deputy Principal thought I must be to blame since I was part of more fights than anyone else as he never noticed it was always with the same dozen or so boys who belonged to the same gang. Anyway, the Principal was a much smarter man as he knew what the true situation was and he always intervened. However, he was retiring and the Deputy was taking his place. I left while I could still do so with dignity, and not give the idiot Deputy the chance to throw me out. But that set of emotions quickly dissipates into something else. Why he does it, Alan doesn’t know. Instead of pushing Sandy away, he embraces her and her actions. His hand goes to his cock as he eyes wonder over the beautiful dog, glazed with lust. They drops to her mouth and that rough, lapping mouth muscle to is stroking and bathing his sack. He reaches to touch her mouth. His hand smells a lot like pussy from Kennedy. He watches as her tongue come out to touch his fingers. He circles her.