But when we got to my classroom, Mr. Simmonds asked what she was doing there. I said that she was my guest."She can't be a guest, she's a former stude...t!" he said."Well, then she's a visitor." No such category!" Is she a teacher?" No!" Is she a parent?" No!" he was getting dark red in the face."Is she a student?" Not any more!" Well, then she's a guest. Unless she's a janitor." Don't be fresh with me!"So I got angry. "Don't be such a twit!"So we got marched to the principal's office.The. Becca stared at James as he gave her further instructions, her eyes widening slightly. At the same moment as she felt her embarrassment at just the idea grow, she felt her arousal move to a new level. She hesitated as her eyes once again darted around the post office. The looks she felt were obvious curiosity but Becca felt it was not exactly surprised curiosity.Swallowing hard, Becca lowered her bag to the floor and straightened as she brought her hands to the back of her neck under her hair.. He was of course used to being stared at, but not with such reverence. See something you like? He asked flirtatiously. Magnuss answering smile was brilliant, Oh definitely. Youre beautiful. Darius bit his lip shyly then quickly stopped. That was a habit hes ceased long ago. Thank you. He answered softly. Magnus slowly closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Dariuss waist. May I kiss you? He murmured. Darius found his breath speeding as he nodded. Magnuss lips pressed softly. The drinks are flowing but that's not what they came for, they're just the beginning of one hell of a night.She takes to the floor, experienced enough to not to wait for a hush that refuses to come, the best recognition is knowing you can’t hear your own moans above the sexual noise pollution you create. Smiling, she drops to her knees. No leisurely foreplay, not to say she won’t be a tease. There is no name we can attach to her. She is most willingly objectifiable.Experienced and most clearly.