“Yes, hot,” I agreed. “We used to live in Blackpool but it was too hot,” she said, “I don’t like it too hot.”“Yes its hot,” I agreed... “With a cool sea breeze.”“Not like here where its just hot,” she said.“No breeze,” I agreed.“It needs a breeze, its too hot,” she said.“Well take your knickers off and let the air circulate around your cunt,” I suggested.“What did you say?” she asked.“I said turn your hearing aid on,” I replied.“You said take your knickers off and let the air circulate around. ‘Hey, Claire,’ Grace said. ‘Merry Christmas.’ ‘The same to you honey. And, um, you too of course, Mr. Clarke.’ ‘You guys know each other?’ Grace asked. ‘Claire was in twelfth grade when your mom and I first came here to teach,’ Tim explained. ‘Your mom was my first drama teacher,’ Claire said, smiling at the memory. ‘She was just so encouraging.’ ‘She means in contrast to me,’ Tim said. ‘He gave me a B-minus.’ ‘She deserved a B-minus.’ ‘Your mom thought I was a wonderful actress.’ ‘She still. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high heel shoes, sheer black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he’d ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, long lashes, a full pair of rosy lips, and jet black hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few. Claire picked out a bikini for each of them and matter-of-factly began to strip.Olivia had a flashback to their encounter at the shop and felt her pussy begin to flood. Soon Claire was completely naked, her red bush looking fluffy and inviting in the slanting sunlight. Olivia had an impulse to drop to her knees and bury her face in it, but Claire seemed to be all business; soon she was standing there in her skimpy blue-and-white-striped suit looking at Olivia somewhat impatiently. Olivia.