He leans forward and helps her.She crawls on his lap, on her knees astride him and presses her hot breasts against his bare chest.He lifts her and sta...ds her in front of him and slowly opens her pants. He slides them down, with her thong. She steps out of them and stands before him in all her beauty.Stan's mouth hangs open and his eyes widen at the sight of her beauty.She glows under his gaze. She puts her hands behind her neck and slowly sways her breasts for him to enjoy. She wants to show. Her students love her because she had the knack at putting everyone at ease, and teaches art with verve and wit. Her art studio was located at the back of her house, overlooking the pool in the backyard. It was spacious, well lighted and had the smell of oil paints and crayons.I arrived for the first class wearing only a t-shirt, jeans, no underwear, and runners. There were eight students, all women. They varied in age from twenty to forty-five. Most of them seemed nervous that a man was going. Hands reach down to cup my ass, and when he grinds in slow, erotic circles against me, he feasts eagerly upon my lower lip. Letting Grayson take the task of keeping me from drowning, I explore the expanse of his chest. Fingers follow the line of his collar bone, then I press my hands flush against the firm muscle of his chest. When I circle flat his nipples, Grayson growls low in his throat and thrusts his tongue deeper in my mouth in response. My hands delve lower and lower as his tongue. Even before the race, all the hype that we'd put out about it got beyond the Spearfish Lake area, and we received several inquiries about whether this was a private race, or open to others. We decided that since this was a private bet, and really, just a demonstration, that we'd better keep it between ourselves."But no longer. It turns out that there are a few other mushers around the state. Not many, but a few, and they'll race when they get a chance, and a six-pack of beer is a big purse for.