" I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his la... and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh. I’m sure Mr Hanford filled you in about what we’re doing here at Norwich to replace the Program and I’m chuffed to be part of this project. My friend here is Amelia Hadad, a project co-leader, and this is Dr Dorothy Connors from the London Ed School faculty.”“Hello, Dr Connors. I’ve heard a lot of very good things being done by your students here; you must be proud of them.”“Thank you, Prime Minister. We are certainly proud of our student teachers, but the credit must go to Miss Roberts and her. We decided to meet up in a public place, but had to be without underwear. We met at a supermarket car park; parked over the back out of the way. We informed each other what cars we had and arranged that she would get into my car. As her car pulled up I quickly pulled my trousers down and started to masturbate, getting myself semi-erect. As she looked into the car she saw I was semi-naked and smiled and pulled a sexy red g-string out of her jacket pocket and dangled them outside the window. . I wove through different sections of the library, walking quickly to the secluded section I frequently studied in. I'd been studying on the main floor of the library with a few of my friends when I saw you walk in. I knew you had been in class all afternoon, and from the look on your face, I could also tell you were stressed out. I knew I couldn’t very well walk up to you and kiss you in front of a library full of people, but that didn’t stop me from desperately wanting to. Instead, I picked up.