He was particularly attracted to his English teacher, and since Donnie was a good student he always chose a seat at the front of the class, close to t...e teacher's desk. Miss Vogel was his English teacher, and her red hair and shapely figure attracted the attention of all the boys in the class, but most of them did not have the sophisticated sexual knowledge that Donnie had. The fact that Miss Vogel wore rather short-skirted dresses that fit her snuggly on the top as well as around her derriere. That is a seriously horny book for a young girl to be reading. Maybe she might be amenable for some fun on the way to Paris”.I reached across into Carl’s lap beneath the table; through the linen of his trousers I could feel his rapidly hardening cock. I trailed my French polished nails along the full length of his shaft to the tip of his cock and gently started to scratch its head. “Oh dear you are excited Carl, you really fancy her don’t you”?“Fuck yes, I’d love to bend her over that seat and. " She turned and got something out of the kitchen drawer. "Follow me." Hell yes! Her shorts were clinging to her butt and right up into her crack the same as her shirt was to her breasts. I could actually see the outline of her pussy as I followed her up the stairs and into her room."What are we going to play?" I asked as I looked around her room. I didn't think of Liz as a girly-girl, though she was certainly cute. She had a bunch of stuffed animals. I heard a bunch of clicks and turned around. She had 'disturbed him unexpectedly;' skinny Benin, looking for her friend and finding the Signor all alone with his wife out visiting. For 20 pesetas it was so hot and stuffy she 'had' to get out of her skirt and parade around in her underpants. Often his dressing gown would come apart and she stared in 'disbelief' at his semi-flaccid sausage twitching between his legs.For another 20 pesetas she would 'agree' to make his bed, bending so her cotton knickers would stretch over her small bottom..