Despite the early start, I went easy on them. We talked for a while, ran through a long list of notes and analyzed some of the better passages. I gave...them some rewrites I had done. They wore the same clothes they had worn the night before. They looked a bit disheveled and tired. By all appearances, they seemed broken down, yet they smiled. Backstage, when they thought I was in the office, I saw Alyssa lean over and give Chris a kiss. When I called them back on stage, they walked three steps. On the first day I fought three guys for the seat in front of her desk, so maybe, just maybe, I'd get an occasional glance at her panties. As it turned out, I got a view like that almost every day. Either Miss Garland was an exhibitionist or the dumbest 6-foot-tall woman in the world. See, her legs wouldn't fit under the opening in her desk, which was on a riser at the front of the class. So she sat there _ every fuckin' day! _ with her legs straight as an arrow and pointing through the. Soon, he had unzipped her dress and was pulling it down off her shoulders. Her sheer, black lace bra barely covered her nipples, which were jutting out proudly. He put his hands on her breasts and began to play with her nipples through her bra. “You always had the most beautiful, responsive nipples. I’m glad to see that hasn’t changed!” Amy began unbuttoning his shirt, teasing, “It’s not fair – you can see mine, but I can’t see yours!” Soon she had his shirt off and was working on his belt and. “Seems to me that my wife has been offering you something sweet to sample, and I for one think you should take her up on it, Brice.”Mac reaches down between my legs, swiping his fingers into my wet pussy.“She's turned on by you, she's dripping wet. Why don't you check and see Brice.”Looking around, Brice has creases on his brow as he seems to be thinking it over. He doesn't say anything as he slides his hand up the inside of my leg. When he reaches the lips of my pussy he swipes from front to.