.well thats fine ....i guess~She slipped off her tight fitted tank and she pulled down her jeans and her pink laced thong~Ms Smith:Want me to was your...back for u?Katrina:yea~she lathered up the soap on the towel and massaged the soap sodtly on my back and she made her way lower.While she was cleaning my back she made her way to my round tight ass and covered it with soap~ Katrina:what are you doin?Ms Smith:oh, i thought u wanted me to wash it while i was washin your backKatrina:well i guess. I would take deep whiffs, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better throughout the year as the sneaks got more and more dirty, and thus more and more stink. My jeans would come off quickly—then flat on my back with dick in hand. Pulling hard on it's massive 9”, well---massive for a freshman, rite ? Pulling with my right fist, with my left arm raised up to the back of my head, I would now start huffing on my hairy pits. Still wet from practice, and sometimes still dripping sweat down my rib cage,. Perhaps he was one of the benevolent rich and actually felt as if they owed help to those less fortunate. She chose to believe that, to give him credit for being kind and thoughtful.The discussion continued until finally Fenton stood and said, "I'm sick of your damn statements. If you really believe what you say, put your money where your mouth is. I'll make a bet with you to prove you're wrong."Sam looked up at the looming Fenton and almost snarled, "Oh, yeah, how're you going to do that?" My. Still, there would be at least one more lesson so that she could say goodbye to him. She owed him a great deal; he'd taught her so much.******"Very pretty," Mr. Troy said, holding her hand in the palm of his as he looked at the diamond ring now gracing her finger. He lifted an eyebrow at her. "I take it our lessons are now at an end?"The hint of disappointment in his voice made Becky's insides warm. While she'd never held any illusions about her tutor and his temporary position in her life, she.