She picked up a paper from her desk that I recognized as an evaluation form.She read, "Mr. Cooper is an awesome teacher. I wish he was the science tea...her the whole time I was at school here, Virginia."Virginia? Virginia? She was in my senior Biology class. She didn't say much and looked like she was bored. I owed her.Brecker picked up another one. "Chemistry is way cool! I hated science the first two years. Mr. Cooper is super duper, Chelsie."I couldn't help but smile at the rhyme. I liked. “That is some hot pussy, never had any white pussy before,” he declared as he ran the backs of his hands across her shaven mound, the flaps of her labia glistening in her juices.“Do you like what you see, lover?” She had her dress fully undone, the hems of her dress to her sides. Without hesitation she unclasped her front opening bra, letting her tits free, swaying obscenely for the young, black man.“You got mature tits, bitch, love to see titties wobble around,” he reached up with one hand and. His hands quickly opened the top four so he could just barely see the hint of cleavage.“May I continue?” Damn, so polite. “Hell yeah said my margarita-induced mouth.”Pop. Pop. Pop. He was halfway down my sweater. My awesome fucking bra was now exposed with my tits spilling out. Hey, he paid for the view. And I was loving the chance to show myself to a hot dude and not some old rich fart.Pop. Pop. Pop. And the sweater was off. I watched his eyes linger on me. I know that I still look damn good. Jen and I got out and walked to the door. A woman wearing a dress similar to mine opened it. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. “Hello. You are here for the initiation?” We nodded. “Head up the staircase, take a right, and then walk to the end of the hall.” We did as instructed and found ourselves in a large red room. The walls were lined with books and art. A chandelier hung from the ceiling and there at the back of the room, sat Lance at a large deck with many papers on it. He.