Tiffany returned without a card. She sat down, kind of disappointed not to see the teachers flirting back and forth. The classes ended for the day and...the school cleared out. Jake gathered up some of the papers he hadn't finished grading and stuck them in his accordion folder. He packed up his laptop and dropped by Ann Marie's room.She was straightening up some of her desks."Hey, there, girlfriend," he called while leaning against the door frame. He watched her hips sway and breasts bounce as. I felt clean, free of the sweat from my workout. I touched my hand to my chest, my skin still soft and holding on to the heat from my shower. The smell of sea salt shampoo lingered in the air. My laptop on my bedroom table was still open to our texts. I scrolled through the transcription of you and I from earlier today. I got instantly hard again and started teasing my cock with my right hand and fingers, letting them dance up and down my shaft. I moved my right thumb over my head, then. From his position he would be able to look directly up her skirt if she moved just a little bit in his direction. He looked up at Janet and said, "Let me look again." I don't know Chris, I think we are going a little too far," Janet said acting like she didn't want to do it."Come on Janet, as you said, I will be going back to school soon. Please."Janet sighed and said "Alright, but remember, no touching." With that she turned toward Chris and opened her legs.Chris focused his eyes on Janet's. We were both very excited about the idea, but more than a little apprehensive about taking this step; but I suggested we telephone and see if we could attend just as spectators to get an idea what they were actually like, and more importantly, see if this sort of thing suited us both. The nerves and fear were there. The lady had to phone of course, and when Lisa rang believe it or not, she rang the wrong number. This poor fellow must have wondered what this lunatic was talking about, and I was.