I was just about to give up hope that she would show up and started to actually do some school work when she came strutting around the corner. Oh God,... I thought, she is so beautiful. She was wearing a pale blue pleated skirt and a white button-down blouse that was just transparent enough to make out a hint of the lacy bra that encased her gorgeous tits. How could anyone ever turn this girl down for anything? I'm sure that for the rest of her life she was one of those women who could do. ‘How are the ribs?’ she asks him. His answer will dictate the next part of her plan. ‘Oh, they’re fine.’ He looks up at her expectantly. ‘Sore, but fine. Why? What did you have in mind?’ There is a lilt of anticipation in his voice, as if he is hoping she will suggest something naughty. She chuckles at him, extending both her hands to him. ‘Get your mind out of the gutter, Reddington,’ she teases. ‘Come on, dance with me.’ He allows her to pull him from the chair. ‘We don’t have any music.’ She. After 10 minutes, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather strip from her neck, kissing her on her luscious lips pushing in her slightly protruding and swollen tongue back into her mouth with mine. She gave a last sensual sigh as the remaining air escaped from her mouth. I held up her body, squeezed and fondled her breasts and licked her face as I pulled down her overalls and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and open body clad in a. Talking about it as we packed seemed to help him, but he didn’t act like himself again until after he got home that night and had his parent’s wrath to distract him for a while.My dad had sent his private jet to collect us that night so that I could be home in time for Richie’s birthday the next day.Ah, there’s nothing like the pitter-patter of little feet running to greet you when you come home.Of course, that’s only if you can hear it over the long squealing.