“They are. I see why you’re here.”She scooted just a little closer to me, glancing down at my book. “Oh, Jane Austin, I love her. We read her ...n English last year, and everyone hated it. All the girls were complaining there were no futas doing any screwing. So were the guys.”“Philistines,” I said, voice tight. “You had Mrs. Oberon for English.”Philippa nodded. She scooted just a smidge closer. Her sweet scent was starting to overpower the perfume of the flowers. My heart raced, pumping hot. A: Yes, we do.Q: Do you think I’m pretty?A: Yes.Q: If you saw me in a bar would you try to pick me up?A: Yes.Q: After a dinner date would try to get me in bed?A: Yes.Q: What if I told you that I am wearing a padded bra and that I dodn’t have any tits, just nipples sticking out of my chest?A: I would want to see them and suck on them.Nina said, “Okay then, I’ll take the job, I’ll start on Monday, and you can pick me for our dinner date at seven o’clock tonight. You have my address.”I smiled. On the third day of my work, the first Friday, I sat in my tiny office and did some paper work, planning the next week's lectures when someone knocked and entered. It was nearly lunchtime.It was a tall blonde wearing the standard school uniform, tight-fitting Levis and a loose-fitting sweater that failed to reach the waist but hung over her hands. "Hi," she said, "I'm Pam Jones, second period."I gestured at a chair and closed my notebook."I saw you had office hours posted, and I wanted to ask a. Lips...arms...bodies...and legs. Bobby came back to sit beside me. He watched the monitor for a short while and then turned to Charlie,“Was she able to keep it going all night? I hope you guys got all you wanted, but more important I hope she got what she needed as well.”Bobby received assurances from several of the young black guys. Sybil had received plenty of attention during the night. Miles spoke for the group,“Trevor told us her tight little pussy took the initial plunges with a lot of.