“Daaammn girl! You lookin’ fine in that bikini!” The woman’s voice was rough but feminine, in an accent that could only be described as ‘ghe...to’. She came over and ran her eyes over you. “Your selfies don’t do you justice, honey! Nice to meet you in person!”As you got to your feet, you could only stare at the woman with your mouth agape. “Um...you’re Clarissa, right? My...sparring partner...?”Clarissa gave you an enthusiastic nod. “You got it, baby! Bona fide winner of the last bikini battle!. It gave an instant blood rush to my rod. It was standing like a pole inside my shorts. And I was introduced to a new kind of fragrance!Again, I placed my hand inside. This time, it went easily without any force, not just into her pants, but into her panty. The maid’s daughter lifted her head and looked around, she was enjoying my touch.Now, inside her panty, I was moving my hand to her pubic hair. It was thick and I was playing with it for some time. While moving forward, she held my hand again. "Not so fast Dillon, I haven't told you my views on the importance of proper paperwork to the modern police service, sit!" the captain growled."Oh" said Greta and dejectedly sat down again.For the next fifteen minutes, Greta looked from the window to the clock, the clock to the window, Oh, and she spent a lot of time looking at Blake's shinny shoes, if she got at the right angle she was sure see could see the pure white gusset of the captains pants up her regulation police skirt. That was what. Catching up in Math and English was easier than he thought. PE was the real killer. He couldn’t fake his shoulder again, since it was perfectly healed. What was difficult was trying to keep his…well enhanced body under control. He doubted it would look right if he could suddenly run the whole track and not miss a beat. What made it more difficult was that the track was just the warm up and he had to act as tired as everyone. He wasn’t too sure he pulled it off, his body wasn’t as coated in.