” “Excuse me?” She put her hand on the back of my neck and she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. My breathing grew heavy and I pulled away... surprised and frightened at the same time. “What are you…Miss Moran, you’re my teacher!” “Danny, I know,” she said. “But don’t think of me that way. Think of me as a friend.” “That’s kind of hard when I’m in your classroom everyday!” She brought her lips back to mine and kissed me with so much passion that it frightened me. I pulled away. “Don’t do. He brought over one of those stools to sit on in front of me, and measured my foot. At first, I put my hand on my lap to hide my pussy. He came back and gave me some footies, so I could try on the shoes. As I was slipping them on, he was getting a small look up my skirt, but I am sure he didn't see my pussy. But the thought that he might excited me.Then he put a shoe on my foot, and he sort of pushed my foot just a little higher in the air than I think he needed to. I got up and walked around,. A few minutes later, she got up from the bar looking sick and dizzy. After she emerged from the women’s restroom, I got ahold of her before she could head back to the bar. I suggested some fresh air would do her good, as she didn’t look well. We had barely made it outside when her eyes glazed over completely and her eyelids began to close. I put her in my car, buckled her in and drove home. When I got her there, I lugged her unconscious body inside. I removed her clothes, except for her bra and. .. Jay, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back, sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked like she had on panties and in skirt over them. She was naked from the waist up, facing the mirror, doing her nails. Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room. She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood, her.