I could tell Miss Tate was turned on. Her pussy was probably as wet as mine. Miss Tate had long brown hair and gorgeous tanned skin. She was the best ...ooking teacher in the school by far, and one of the few people that was as pretty as my mom.I watched as her brown hair tumbled to the floor. My aunt brushed off Miss Tate’s shoulders and the lap of Miss Tate’s white skirt like mom’s black one. Aunt Terri swept her hair up and put it in another separate bag. When the hot cream was applied to Miss. I shut the door, and just the split second it latched, I had that other ‘oh shit’ moment. I didn’t have my room key! I decided first things first and so I went and got my collar. I used the hide-a-key under the bumper, and popped the trunk open, having to bend over a bit as I searched for it. I heard one car drive by behind me, slowly, and no other sounds, but I am positive that my butt and modesty were showing, as the hemline wasn’t long enough to cover me when I bent over as I was. Score. As the Queen wished her subjects Merry Christmas Bob's eyelids began to droop and soon he was dozing into another world where he had been invited to a very different kind of Christmas Dinner Party... The invitation card said STRICTLY ADULTS ONLY and dress was formal. Bob, wearing his DJ and bow-tie, looked very dapper. The guests were shown into a large dining hall with a long table beautifully decorated in traditional Christmas style and a big log fire burned cosily at one side. Places were. Except for the fact that theres' a band of gold that symbolizes a very real marage, nesting round about my finger. Did she not see it? I don't know. I don't think she knows I'm married. But she really didn't seem to want much more than friendship, so I guessed it was ok. ( Don-Don-Donnnnnn!)We exchanged phone numbers and I kept my ring out of view to keep the ball rolling. Christina finally stopped talking and let me go, after I insisted on catching up with my room mates.And we went our.