?Trouble finding your seat, Miss Davenport?? Mr. Eastman said, lookingover from the whiteboard, a black marker in one hand.I shook my head, finding my...voice. ?No, sir,? I replied.Journeying down the aisle, I looked everywhere except to the guy staringat me. As I passed his desk, I saw his smile widen in my periphery, andthe music class next door started up with a drum solo.Wait, the music room was at the other end of the building. Which meant thepercussion sounding in my ears was due to the. Then a middle aged couple came over, and sat on some rocks about 10 feet away from us. We did not know which country they were from, he looked he could be from Portugal, deep tan and black hair, but she had pale skin, slim with pert tits and thick hard nipples. I looked at them from the corner of my eye, as i was thinking it was a bit strange, that they had come from their little part of the beach and sat so close to us. Then whilst she was looking at her kindle or ipad of some kind, her hubby. “I won’t tell anything to your dad, just make your mom feel good,” I said, as I took off my top. “You want me to…” Dane said, “Yes, I want you to make me feel happy, and I’m sure you will feel happy too, don’t you?” I said as I reached for the clasp of my bra, and I took off my bra. My big tits were right in front of him, as I had already pulled down the curtains so no body could see us through the window too. The light in the room was not very bright, but still he was enjoying the view of his. She put her arms back where they belonged. Benson coughed."No need to apologise Miss Amanda, this is your house, after all." Yes, but it's your home too Benson and I've no right to upset you. It won't happen again!"A brief conversation ensued in the course of which Benson convinced his employer that he really did not mind how she dressed or undressed. She accepted with relief that her freedom was to continue! She asked him if he had a first name."Oswald, Miss Amanda" OK, Oswald. Mind if I call.