”“Black and Milds?” the lady asked.“Yes!” Trina said, pushing up on her tip-toes.Lance had this strange feeling that Trina was more of “th... adult” in this situation than was he. He’d never purchased or even tried smoking cigarettes. His wife Bree, Trina’s mom, hadn’t either. And here is his tender stepdaughter busting right through his taboo, purchasing the very adult product which has had him climaxing for years. He felt like the child in the room. Two sexy adult smokers...and him.The lady. As usual, Mr. Crete took his time and was the last one out of the showers. Mr. Crete finished his shower, grabbed his towel, and dried off. He headed back to his locker that he usually kept open and started to dress. Except that something was missing. Where did he put his underwear?He checked the hooks in his locker. Not there. He double checked his pile of clothes. Nothing. He searched his bag. Empty. Okay, it wasn’t the end of the world. He often went commando on the weekends, just never at. She felt warm and protected in his grasp, and pushed her body a little tighter to Ben’s. The rhythm of his breathing indicated that he was still asleep, and she had no desire to awaken him from a rest that he probably needed more than he would ever admit. Sliding her own hand over his and holding him to her, she drifted back into a dream-like state between sleeping and awakening. Every muscle in her body relaxed, leaving Amy feeling at peace with the world, swept up in her uncle’s love. She lay. And hopefully the 'Clothing Optional' program will help in that respect." He looked at Maria and smiled. "Seems to me that we won't have any trouble, not if a certain experience your headmaster related to me soon after your arrival at Casey High is any guide."Maria turned to us. "I think 'Uncle Roger' is talking about that time I took on three boys." She turned to Morgan again. "No, guys certainly won't be a problem," agreed Maria. "And now I've convinced you to recruit Justin and his gang I.