Always cool-minded, never trying to scold us. She would always enter the class with a smile on her face. As i had taken up arts in 11 she was our hist...ry teacher. Whenever she entered the class, i would be lost in a new world staring at her, admiring her beauty until she only said in a soft and enchanting voice ,”craig,will you please stand up to wish you teacher.”At that time i would not pay attention to her class but keep staring at her. She had seen me a numerous time doing this but she. "I want you to know that."Dee Dee twisted her head and got her own lips on Laura's neck. "You're making it pretty wet by what you're doing," she murmured, kissing down under Laura's collar.Laura shivered and let forth a delighted, husky giggle. "God... you're getting me so excited."Dee Dee smiled and purred, kissing her way back up Laura's neck to her cheek, to her mouth. "Does it make you want to lick me, like you said before? Does it make you want to lick my shoulder? My skin? My arm? Here.... I could go on, but I’ll just leave it at that.Then it was back in the car and on to Kearney, NE, where we picked up Interstate 80. From there it was three hours or so to where our potential future mates were. I couldn’t help but wonder if Kyle and Kaylee ever went outside and made love in the open, with the sun beating down on their sweaty bodies. They probably had plenty of places to do that without drawing any attention.And that, I swear, was the first time I ever fantasized about seeing. I was still stuck back on insurance. Crap! I wondered if Dad had insured the guitar or if it was covered under our homeowner’s policy. And what about when it wasn’t at home. I’d casually stored it in the instrument locker at school. Anyone with access could have walked away with it. Cindy kept her flute in her personal locker, but you should see the padlock she had on that. And since I’d be in orchestra this year, I’d need my guitar every day. I had to talk to Cindy and her mother about.