I entered my home, quickly ate supper and moved upstairs to take shower. When i was done i just wanted to sleep. I got a text from an unknown number. ...t was a pic of someone fingering her pussy. Underneath the pic was written. " i m so horny need to meet you again e." meet me tomorrow at 6pm at dan's motel"Then i fell asleep and had a night full of wet dreams about Ms. Peters.The next day of school was different. I was more confident than i have ever been before. The time was flying by. Till. Carmella said: "Mayors really hate it when they find out their daughters have been fucking burros." I guess," he mumbled.She sipped her drink, glancing around to make sure no one else had wandered into ear-shot."I just sort of got into the habit. This used to be a working ranch, you know. And when a gal has all those bulls and stallions around, those things happen." Oh," Hank said.He hadn't known that before."And it isn't as if I was a whore or anything nasty like that," said the dark-eyed. In any event, Bruno could rely on his shirt and towel to hide any signs of an erection starting.When he stepped on the patio, Nicole recognized Bruno and called him over. She was a business relation dating back from many years ago. They were meeting a few times a year, in Montreal and of course in Whistler. She was a forty-something woman, good looking and at ease with her generous shapes. She was married, but always flirty and sexy in her way to deal with her business contacts. With Bruno,. ”She got up and grabbed me by my lapels, squeezing her entire body up against mine.“That’s not fair,” I said.“No shit, Sherlock.”“You are so hot,” I said as she pulled me out of my office. I barely had time to say ‘bye’ to Clara.After finding out at lunch that she had gotten a full bra size bigger, I wandered over to Lincoln High School with my LES MISÉRABLES conductor’s score. With my confidence on high alert, I asked where the Teachers’ Lounge was.Clarice excused herself from the front.