But he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, resigned it seemed to his fate. ‘Aw, come on. It will be fun,’ said Esther. ‘There’s a...beautiful waterfall just a short walk from the cabin and the stream beneath it should be perfect for swimming this time of year. Not too cold, but just cool enough on a hot day like this.’ They might make the place sound like paradise but this was not a trip that Jill was looking forward too. And from the dark scowl on his face, neither was her husband.. It was driving me nuts to watch that sweet little ass of hers swaying around and those little tiny budding tits bounce under her thin fabric shirt. Every time we would be alone in the kitchen for a moment, she would take that opportunity to rub herself up against me, or to quickly take her hand and rub up and down the front of my pajamas, or wiggle her ass at me with her head turned looking at me and smiling. I would usually give her a small smack on the ass or a quick titty rub back at her to. Caucasian, with black graying hair usually done in a bun, she has noticeable crows feet near her black eyes, and teaches with the energy of one having done the job for far too long. She has slightly pink peach skin. She's mildly strict and is willing to pass one tardy but after that she'll mark you down for it, thankfully just for detention. Her bust is a 28 C, while her hips are 20 inches across, and she has a 15 inch buttocks she stands at 4'8''. She isn't married, but is from a family of 3. The nurse’s office was a cramped corridor between the rest of the facility and an infirmary full of beds. She often found herself the lone nurse on the graveyard shift, which afforded her plenty of opportunities to talk to herself. “Yes. I could seriously fuck any man I want.” Ellen sat up, leaning her weight on the PostIt-cluttered desk. “So why aren’t I fucking men?”That was a good question. Why would a 38-year-old lifelong heterosexual woman make the sudden curve? After all, Ellen loved.