She was wearing body tight jeans and a white low neck short Kurta with 2 buttons, the top one being open. I helped her in into the drawing room and sh... sat on the sofa. She kept the bottle of beer on the small table and asked me to sit there to give her a company. I asked her to stop drinking for the day and go to sleep but she plainly refused to the idea. She was so drunk that she was speaking a lot. She jumped from topics to topics. I remained a mere listener not interested in her talks. But. ”The young man forced a smile before lumbering out of the classroom. “Tight End is right…” Ms. Pope caught herself muttering as his immense, muscular frame barely passed through the door. “Geez, Layla, it’s bad enough you’re keeping the kid after class."Nonetheless, she was happy with herself. She’d probably spent more time thinking about what she could assign Jayden for extra work than she had grading the entire class’s last essay. As far as she could tell he hadn’t read much more than comic. And she liked to smoke and fuck. And fuck and smoke. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good.The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of smoke. This was a problem, because Tracy. Tina wasn't really startled. She somehow expected someone to walk through the door, and now he did.Tall and blond with a well-muscled body and Tina could see almost every one of the bulging muscles. He was clad only in a pair of flowered beach shorts and loved showing off his perfect body."I'm Roger." They told me a lot about you," Tina replied."What did they say?" he shot back looking over Tina who made no effort to rise or hide any part of her body that lay sprawled on the bed before him like.