She was stretching her legs and she grabbed my attention when she bent over to touch her toes. Her shirt wasn’t tucked in and it fell with gravity. ... was walking up behind her and could see the sides of her small breasts in her lacy white bra. She kept stretching without thinking about the show she was giving me. I pretended to do some stretching with her and tried not to get caught looking at her. Her sweat pants were tight and I could see her panty line as she stretched. I was glad to be. " Oh, Princess." Yes?" I'm so happy for you," she said."Thank you," I said softly.She opened the top drawer of her desk and took out a sheet of paper."Guess what I have?" she said."My consent form? Oh, God," I said. "This is really happening!" Sign it, please."She handed me a pen. "I think I'm going to faint," I said. "And I'mnot drunk," I laughed. I signed the form with a large flourish.Mrs. Hawkins kissed me on the cheek. "Now, why don't you go to theinfirmary so you can get your. She moaned loudly. I turned her on the front side and started kissing her tummy. I was traveling her body like a vagabond and selecting parts artistically. Her tummy and waist were lovely. Her tummy was like a flat tv. Her continuous moaning was tremendous reflecting that she was very involved in the ride. I kissed and bit her tummy a lot. I loved female tummy from my childhood even when I did not knew about other sexy parts like boob butt etc. I bit her hard and her moan became shouts. Ah ah. I remember then that I still have tights on and quickly remove them. So much better! My dress remains, for now, but my sex is free. My left hand strokes the moss as my right hand strokes my own bush. I have overgrowth of my own and I don’t plan on ever trimming it. My fingers linger on my lips, slowly stroking back and forth but not entering; exciting myself and making me even wetter.Now my nipples want attention. I ignore them momentarily. I need to travel more, and the walking alone will.