I stopped outside Ms Cole’s door, and took a quick look inside to make sure the coast was clear. ‘’Oh my God’’ I said as my mind came to a r...alisation of what was happening. Sitting at my desk and wearing my school blazer, Ms Cole had her smooth, flawless legs spread wide and resting on the two neighbouring desks. The years of sports playing evident from the firmness of the muscles on her brown legs, which were slightly tensed and clearly defined. Her toes curled then spread out again. I opened. She introduced me to her granddaughter Kandi.Kandi was a year younger than I was at fourteen but she was something special. She was beautiful and she was so sexy in that outfit that I got an instant erection. She had on the tiniest shorts that I had ever seen. They were very low under her belly button and I swear that I could see some of her pubic hairs sticking up above the top of her skimpy shorts. They came right up to her crotch too. As Kandi passed by me I could see the top of the crack of. Enjoy. Carla, these cookies are just to die for. How in the world do you do it? My mom said to my wife from across the room. Every year these cookies just seem to get better and better! You must give me the recipe. Mom insisted. Sorry Sarah, but a true artist can not reveal her secrets. My wife Carla replied while giving me a shifty look and a smirk. Ohhh Bah humbug. First you dont give me a grandchild and now you dont give me the recipe for these amazing cookies. What else are you going to. Randy saw few faces that he recognised: Frank of course and a handful of women he had danced with once or twice. Then he was hugged from behind and turned around in surprise: Fredric stood there smiling from ear to ear. ‘Randy, my darling! I’m so glad to see you here, and with Celia too! You are both absolute darlings! Nice dress Celia, looks great on you. And Randy, very nice suit! Looks very soft, fits beautifully, made for dancing, right? Maybe I can persuade you to have a Slow-fox with me.