After strutting over to themiddle of the classroom wearingnothing but her skirt and boots,she beckons you over and gets on herknees. You walk over to ...er wearingjust your socks and tennis shoes.As you stand over her with your rock-hard, 8-inch cock in her face, she squirtssome lotion from the bottle ontoher hands and then massages it onto yourcock. She begins stroking it with her soft hands and whispers,“Relax. I'll take it from here.”Obliging her, you tilt your head back, close your eyes,and. " But I already knew the answer. I looked below thestand and saw in that pain in the ass plastic packaging the same bluedildo ready to be bought. I picked one up and walked over to thecounter. As I made my way there I saw a few sexy outfits. I looked atthem and found they were all made from material that stretches to fityour form.Grabbing a few of those I walked to the counter the Goth girl looked atme and gave me a grin. "Looks like someone is having a good timetonight." As she began to scan. If I called round and he was out, she'd invite me in and we'd chat about nothing in particular, smoking cigs and drinking wine.Well, one of these times I went round for Chris and he was out getting pissed somewhere. She invited me in and we chatted about school, television and the usual niceties. I had a few glasses of wine, and needed to nip to the loo (toilet, for any people outside the UK ha ha).As I turned to go into the bathroom, I noticed that Sharon's bedroom door was open.She was late. "She doesn't seem all that sexy." he said. "She was a hell of a dancer I thought. It has something to do with her movements. She just doesn't hit you in the face with sex." True but even so I bet she is a popular dancer. She has enough rhythm and she has one hell of a body." Her problem was she looked bored to tears. "I can't believe that the mood of this place doesn't influence her dance. It obviously doesn't. She doesn't seem to know that she is an exotic dancer." What can I get you," the.