Pain cut across his body, as if he had been wrestling with himself in his seat. The hand on his shoulder drew back with rapt concern, and went to hail...for assistance."No," he said with unintentional sharpness, voice still lost in the last moments of a panicked nightmare. "Uh... no, no I'm fine, you don't have to call anymore." Are you sure?" came the gentle reply. He raised his head to her blue cheeks and broad, dark eyes, still marked by uncertainty. The nictitating membrane quickly slid over. You with what exactly?" Make changes that would make me more appealing to a man" Are you serious?" Very." Why, me?" I don't know I just decided that I would ask you, you don't have to help me if you don't want to. I just figured you would know what a guy looks for, any type of guy and could help me to make changes." What kind of changes?" Like the type of clothes I wear, how to flirt, how to act on a date, I don't know different kinds." Okay but I don't know about everything that you would have. Then,ever so sensually she places her feet to either side of the man's waist and sways her hips from side to side as she slowly lowers herself to her knees. She leans forward dr****g her hair onto his chest and places one hand on the flat of his stomach,then she reaches back between her legs and puts the head of his cock between the lips of her vagina as she rocks back. Once again the angle changes. This time it is in tight for a close-up.The screen fills with the sight of my Mothers small. Most days, Mrs. Clark was just happy enough to sit in the break room, try to bring her blood nicotine level back into balance, and try to gather her strength, while she wished she taught at the high school, wondering what had ever convinced her she wanted to teach elementary school.At that, she was glad she'd turned down the chance to go over to the middle school this year. The elementary kids were bad enough, but when they got a little older and reached puberty, it was hormone hell over.