Mr. F reached up with his left hand and grabbed a cup, the way he moved in jerks and fits I guessed he was coming closer. It was a small plastic cup l...ke - oh my god. As quietly as I could I closed the door. Oh my god, no way.I covered my mouth in shock. That little plastic cup was just like the cups he’d been bringing out when he brought me my little “treat”. My thighs were already quivering in squishy goodness from my own manipulations as I thought about it. Those drinks, I was drinking his. “Please, wait; listen to me. At the curriculum meeting where this was discussed none of us had any idea that there would be such dismay over incorporating the Program objectives into this class. The faculty felt that most of you had experienced the Program, you had become familiar with public nudity, and now you would learn about its operation from the teacher’s point of view.”Cynthia interrupted again. “None of you has ever taught in high schools, I bet. Right?”“No, but...”“Having just been. She knew that the window dresser was an easy conquest for the virile young man because she had recently been divorced from her husband of almost ten years and she wanted to make up for lost time. Sue had seen Doris in action at a recent office party taking on a stag line of male admirers eager to sample her divorced backside to judge if it was as tight as reported by certain parties.It seemed to her that the more mature woman was in fine shape from the clear view of her heart-shaped flanks, but. I could not resist her. She was bent down on my desk and reading. I was looking down thinking that this was end of our friendship and she would never talk to me. I looked at her face…she was reading with full concentration. Then my eyes slid from her face to her neck…her cleavage and to her tits…I think they were hard again and making an impression in her top. I continued my stare further…and could see her nice rounded ass…hmmm so tempting.I noticed that she was moving her thighs…as if trying.