A black tuxedowould do. While taking out the dirty luggage from his washbag, hehesitated. There was an item in there that clearly was not his. A white...ock strap, cum stained and in a Small size. He picked it up out of the bagand instinctively smelled it. The scent made his cock instantly hard. Hewent over to his phone and pressed for Chris M. It was answered in seconds."Alright Becks" said Chris Mears on the phone."Don't alright me you dirty little shit." he said in mock anger. "Happen toleave. Its eyes glanced around the room, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the teacher’s subject: history. One held a flowchart showing the evolution of the Roman state, another had bullet points of the major events a World War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect girl for this pair of panties. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure. A walk will do you good. If you want us, we’re all here.’ I stepped off the porch and walked towards the North Platte River. When I saw it I thought about all the times when we were kids that LeeAnn and I and our friends swam and played in those waters. Like I did way back then, I found a rock and threw it in. I wondered how many men had thrown rocks into that river. From what I remembered from school the North Platte was about seven hundred miles long. It had supplied water for millions of. She couldn’t help flushing as he gazed at her exposed breasts with the appraising look of a connoisseur. All this from a boy of 17. Precocious bastard, she thought. He wasn’t through tormenting her. “I know what you’re thinking, Janice. ‘Look but don’t touch.’ But those tits are so round, so beautiful, that I really want to feel them. Can I, Janice? Excuse my grammar - may I?” She knew he would keep taunting, and maybe hurt her, until he got the answer he wanted. “Yes,” she muttered. “I can’t.