He probably knew his effect on me, or maybe sensed what I was truly going through, because I remember my face getting hotter from this unexpected visu...l he was giving me. He started to tease and undress slowly for me, prolonging my agony, curiosity, and desire. "Do you want me to stop," he asked. I said no.The further he got, I began to feel the heat from my underwear radiating so much that I let out a moan that I could no longer stifle. And then my mouth begin to moisten and water. I was. I looked where he was looking and realized he was looking at Heather! I must admit that I didn't blame him.Though she hadn't had a bath or change of clothes in maybe a week by my guess, Heather Mason is a very attractive woman with long, black hair so dark it was almost blue-black. I guessed middle to late thirties. She was tall like Pat with a trim figure. Of the three, she seemed to be in the best shape. Jack struck me as pudgy and Angie could afford to lose a few pounds, too. Working outside. Not much, it turned out."What name should we call you, anyway?" Janey asked from behind me. "Howabout Pansey?" Uh-er- th-they call me Denise, Miss," I said fearfully."Well Denise, we've arrived at Classroom Eight. Come on in."But the room they'd escorted me to was filled not with women dressed asyoung ladies -- like Grace and Beryl -- but with women dressed asschoolgirls like themselves!I looked about in confusion as girls milled about in the classroom,smiling at the shameful display of my. His cock seemed to stir, and Judy lowered her gaze to it. If his cock was starting to swell, he must like her tits, she thought.After a moment longer, Judy pulled her blouse from her arms and let it flutter to the grass. She could hardly believe how good she felt to be standing in the open, her tits showing. It felt even better because her son was there, staring hungrily at her. Perhaps those old Romans and Greeks had a good thing, she thought. Her hips twisted slightly with the sensations of.