Supper went quietly as we ate at the kitchen table and Joan lookedover her legal papers. I was back in my blue jeans and shirt but Icould feel the pie...ced earrings in my ears now and smell the perfumeI was wearing. I could feel the panties and the pantyhose on mysmooth shaven legs under my pants and feel the black, patent leatheropen toed high heeled sandals I had on as well. It was embarrassingto see the red toenail polish shining through the sheer nylonstocking feet. Then after dinner I. Their faces drew closer and their lips met. Their passionate kissing gave way to some sexy fondling. Veronica pushed Sasha back into one of the stalls and pulled her dress up. She pulled down her black lace thong and buried her tongue deep inside Sasha's pussy. "Oh fuck yeah baby." she moaned. Her right leg propped up on the toilet seat and the other planted on the floor. Roni licked her pussy without regret and she didn't care if they got caught. "Mmmm baby your pussy is a wonderful treat.I. "Them prissy, college boys. Shit." Got to play 'em sometime. We're paying them too." Not as much. You gonna trade the preacher?" he asked."Maybe," I said, willing myself to be calm."And McGinty?"I nodded. "Could be." That stupid-assed woman, she make you do this?" he asked, looking worried."Mrs. Jepperson?" I said. "Nope, she had nothing to do with it. We're just losing too many games. Shit, you haven't had a loud foul in your last fifteen at-bats, haven't had a RBI in a week. They're paying me. We finally ended up playing a childish game of sending notes back and forth during classes. Silly but naughty things like "I'm thinking of you naked", or "what would you do to me if we were alone in the dark". Like I said, it was really childish, play-sex stuff. Until, without even planning on it, we went from naughty to nasty one day.We were in World History, which we both agreed was the dullest class in, well, the history of the world. Brad slipped me a note that said "Are you wearing panties.