As I sat down for smoko my phone sounded. Probably a message with a list of things I need to grab from the shops on my way home. I looked at the lock ...creen notification and I was right, it’s from my wife. But what I read wasn’t a list; I don’t really know what it was.“There are a few things I need you to do when you come home. Please read carefully. I will guide you step by step. You are to remain sil…” My heart started to race; what is this? ”There are a few things I need you to do when you. Being in the front row allowed me to always get an up close look at her tits in tight shirts and her great ass. But just like with Miss D, skirt and dress days were heavenly.Miss A did not ever try to cross her legs, resulting in a clear view of her panties nearly every time she wore a skirt or dress. She always wore thongs which made Spanish senior year a perpetual boner. I had fantasized daily about coming into class one day and seeing Miss A sitting on her stool and her bare pussy showed. Spreading her legs while his long hard cock cascade down her long lean body until it found the opening to her womanhood, Dave stopped for a moment to see if his sister was ready for what he hoped would be the most unforgettable nights of her life. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes Dave I’m more then sure, you don’t know how long I have been waiting for this. Every since Anita told me about what happened between you two; I have been hopping for a return visit from my loving big. Joan returned with a glass in each hand, the ice clinking as she walked. Her hips rolled under the thick robe and her breasts bounced with each step. Peter could see most of her tits because she hadn't pulled the robe closed at the top. She handed him a glass and went back to her place on the couch.She crossed her legs again, letting the robe fall away as it had done before. It opened almost to the skimpy bikinis, the only thing she had on under the robe."Is your drink good, Peter?" she said,.