Hannigan was the topic of every conversation and the object of every midnight fantasy. He was the best looking teacher we’d had by far. Toned body, ...essy brown hair, the most intense grey eyes… oh, I’d wanted him alright. But could the feeling really be mutual? I had no problem fighting back feelings of guilt as Mr. Hannigan’s hands began exploring beneath my shirt. Strong hands of a man, not the careless and eager ones of teenage boys. He pushed one hand in my bra and at the touch of his. She had a youthful attitude, a terrific sense of humor, and a body most women her age would kill for – perhaps women of any age she thought smiling. Karen was a mother of two daughters and Kate found herself asking her friend for advice when it came to questions about raising her own daughter. Karen's daughters were in college and seemed to be doing well. As their friendship developed, Karen discovered that Kate loved the ocean and sailing, so one day she invited her to join her on the Lady. Curly's arm was now a festering breeding ground for a multitude of infections, including gangrene. In fact, unless his arm was amputated within a few days, the infections were going to kill him. Curly would never understand this, and would kill anybody who tried to take his arm off. The upshot, though, was that Curly was getting weak very fast, and the chase was soon to end in one way or another.Curly could see that his relentless pursuer was getting closer and was sure to catch up sometime. I played with my nipples tweaking them harder as I started to feel the deep burning heat of climax washing over me. Ten minutes later I appeared glowing from the backroom wearing the leather bustier with my breasts almost overflowing from the top of it, the black full length silk skirt with a slit to the waist fastened by a diamond gun clasp, and a smile. “THIS is the outfit for the event!” I squealed to my dad as I twirled around revealing my bare ass to him. “That...that's actually okay..