Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her ...enure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every night. It wasn't anything. “Like in how much older?” she asked as she suddenly wanted to think about Dennis. “Well, my parents didn’t know it, but he was like 23 and I was only 18,” replied Traci. “Wow, cool,” Melissa came back. She now thought about Dennis a little more. As she did, she wondered. As she did, she longed for this priest more and more. However, she was not going to tell Traci. She hadn’t even spoken to her best friends back home about her. “Yeah, I kind of had a relationship like that too you know.” And. The pillows, wrapped in frilly satin pinkcases, oozed a sensuality under subdued bedside lighting, tiny lace-edgedlampshades in what looked like a silverish nylon fabric radiating a soft,seductive glow."Now darling, let's get you snuggled into bed," Moira said, unbuttoninghis satin cape and easing him gently onto the pink satin sheets that laybeneath the turned-down lilac duvet.The ladies smoothed skirts beneath now opened mackintoshes, warming tothe task, as Jason sank helplessly back onto his. She let out a satisfied moan; her eyes were still closed, she bit her lips, one hand massaged her titties, while the other one grasped the bed sheets. Then she yelled out, “Matt...Oh my God! Matt!” Her voice got louder with each powerful thrust. I repositioned my body. Jillian turned around and got on all fours. She stuck out her ass and her wet pussy stuck out from between her legs. I violently rammed my cock into her pussy and pounded on her as I hard as I could. Jillian’s tiny titties.