Oh boy. I almost dropped the sugar. "Jenny ... wow."She had put on the red dress, the pumps, and I saw that she was wearing suspenders and stockings. ...nbelievable, what a beauty."Do you think I am beautiful Paul"? she asked me.The dress was tight around her body, and with the heels she was even taller then I am. She turned around, the dress had an open back and I saw that she was not wearing a bra. She placed her hands on her hips. Then lifted her short dress and adjusted her suspenders. I was. Um, I -"My brain was having trouble processing the situation. I wasn't supposedto be in here at all - how was she taking this all in stride?"Oh, don't worry," she chuckled, her expression softening. "It's nothingI haven't seen before." Her tone was casual and reassuring, as if I wasjust a shy workout partner and not a guy in the girls' locker room aboutto take his pants off.I looked at her hesitantly. If she wasn't already creeped out by mebeing here, she definitely would be when she saw what I. ” All of the assembled staff knew of her role of social sciences teacher, the title under which she taught practical sex education, but some were evidently unaware of this second title for several of them gave her a second look over. Cassandra smiled at them all, for she enjoyed their admiring stares. After a brief pause Charles carried on,“So, how did the first lesson go?” he asked“Very well, some of them are shy, which is understandable. But they are already coming out of their shells. At the. Her eyes were going towards my groin. I pretended that I was in a lot of pain.I took her hand in mine. She was sitting beside me, very close so that she can apply wet cloth on my knee. Her eyes on my rising penis were making me forget of my pain. I purposely held her hand close to my penis which was brushing her backhand.Her breathing was getting heavier. Her boobs were rising on every breath she took. I pretended to be in a lot of pain. I removed my hand from her hand put on on her shoulder.