Leah would often be the only white woman in the room at her inner city school. Leah didn't care about race. She wanted to teach children--but that did...'t mean no one else did. She was accused by many students for being racist when she had to discipline them for even the most outrageous incidents. Needless to say at her first school she had to worry about students by passing the metal detector. At her current school she had to only worry about an occasionally skipper or the newest trend--a bold. That made him even bolder. Now I sensed that his hand was moving up towards my boobs. He started caressing my boobs. A little harder due to the excitement.And I let out a moan. After a moment I realized what I had done. All the guys were looking at me now. I felt soo shy. Suddenly the guy in front whispered in my ears,”Let’s go to that corner” he pointed to a dark corner of the compartment. I was turned on now and did not refuse.I went with him to the corner where many guys were looking at me. I liked him so I took his hand and then suggested we go to his place since I was thirsty.I know how to make him think he was seducing me and we were soon balling on his bed. He knew what he was doing, like a lot of older guys, and I had a very satisfying experience, as did he.BTW, I’m twenty-four, fairly slim five-foot-six with C-cup tits, short red hair, and matching furry crotch. I’ve been screwing since high school with rarely a steady boyfriend. I like variety too much for a lot of guys to. I wasn’t supposed to have ever seen the master bedroom, though I was of course plenty familiar with it.“So this is the room I’m going to paint myself,” Marla said. “Do you have any advice?”“Looks pretty straightforward,” I said. “Do you want advice on colors or something?”Marla opened the closet and stepped into it as I spoke. She took her dress jacket off and hung it up, revealing the nicely fitting blouse through which I’d admired her earlier.“Well, I’ll pick out the colors,” she said. “But I.