"Doreen smiled."Thank me later."Doreen left the room. I then sat down at her dressing table and beganapplying my makeup. I applied a light coat of Pan...Stick to hide anyrazor stumble that might have slipped by while shaving. Then I applieda very light coat of foundation to smooth out the color. Before long,the tough texture of my face gave way to a soft and supple radiance. Iwas pleased with what was becoming one of my better makeup jobs.Now I applied a light blue eye shadow to each eye and. I looked over at him and he looked up at me, then right back at my sweater. I looked down and noticed that between the buttons, the sweater bulged outward. Obviously, Deacon was enjoying looking at my breasts, encased in the bra I wore under the sweater. He leaned over, as if to say something to me and I leaded toward him, almost without thinking and he whispered in my ear that I looked great in black. I turned toward him and whispered, "thank you, then straightened my head and consciously. The bell rang and they all left for their first classes at the exclusive all girls college they attended. Claire's first class was boring and she entertained herself by staring at her middled aged teacher's rear, wondering what it would be like to eat from it. She naughtily pondered the idea of teachers rewarding good grades by filling the mouths of their star students with her luscious brown poo, surely this would be a great incentive for all the girls. Finally the bell rang.At lunchtime poo. I took a deliberate long stroll to her hostel. it was six past twenty when I finally got there. I stood in front of her door for a few minutes having an internal battle with myself."Knock, don't knock". finally as i raised my hand to knock the door flew open and there she stood, resplendent in a very tight shorts and a white tank top that was tied at the side leaving her smooth flat stomach to be feasted by my hungry eyes. "I..I..I am ear..ly" i stammered stupidly."Nonsense" she replied. "it.