I went over to Mr. Jones’ place without a bra on today and I caught him staring at my tits at least three times, he even said I looked ‘good’ an... to keep doing whatever I was doing!”During the next few tutoring session, she continued to dress more provocatively, sometimes wearing no bra, other times wearing shirts that showed off her perfect cleavage. I decided to get a little more flirty with her, resting my hand on her shoulder and using body language to convey that I was interested in her. "Morning sleepy head, time to get up."She was smiling and looking at the tent my cock had made under the sheet."Looks like someone woke up before you." He always gets up before I do" I replied.I was looking in her eyes and I couldn't help noticing something wicked in her smile. Her cheeks were slightly red, but I thought that maybe she was still a bit shy about being naked around me.Little did I know at that moment."How come you are still wearing those panties?" I asked.That smile on her face. By half time I was kissing her passionately and feeling her breasts over her dress with each pause in the game. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear a dress where there was no way to get my hand underneath. I tried another tactic and rested my hand on her bare thigh. As I kissed her I slowly moved my hand upward until it was under her dress. I was almost gasping for breath as my hand made it's way across the silky skin of her thighs. But before I reach my goal, Mom pulled. Hurt Lisa... hurt Tom... hurt Paul...’ My hands were shaking as I turned the car into his driveway, shuddered to a halt then violently pulled on the handbrake. “Wait here!” I yelled at the kids who had immediately recognised the house and were getting excited at the prospect of seeing their friends for the first time in months. “Are we staying? Please can we stay? Why can’t we stay?” “Just wait here quietly,” I snapped angrily. Before they could assail my ears with more pleading I slammed the.