They covered the coffee table and the desk. Daises. Roses. Carnations. Tulips. Bouquets were on every end table and stand, even on the floor. On the c...uch, there was a basket full of chocolates and other goodies next to a carefully-wrapped present and a card with her name on it.Her hands trembling, she opened the card to find Alan's neat print.Marissa,I can't thank you enough for what you have done for me this week.It's more than the deal you made with TGR or the help you've given me with the. It was broad day light and i got naked completely and had a great time and people saw us, but we kept shooting. we said it was for art hehehe. third location we went to was a forest with a nice view of the ocean. it was so nice, we brought a picnic blanket and i got naked again and played with myself and ran around did some photos against a tree.our fourth location was a public pool/gym, I had gone without underwear to the gym and wore shorts. we took some photos of my showing my vagina and. His name is Mr. Harper. He is my last class of the day. He is sooo hot! I don’t know how I managed to learn anything in his class today. The class went by fast, too fast. I have never been attracted to older men before. He looks about as old as my dad. There is just something about him. I could smell his cologne whenever he walked by my desk. I walked home with Sarah and Ann. They just rattled on like a couple of chipmunks; at least that’s what it sounded like to me. I couldn’t remember a word. Sally was loving the delicious torture, until one pass of his hand up her sides, when she pulled her breasts away from his chest, her erect nipples tingling in the open air, but only for a tantalizing few seconds, until his warm hands engulfed her boobs fully. He squeezed her tits gently, moaning into her mouth, then using his palms to glide over the nipples, which Sally enjoyed so immensely she found she had forgotten to breathe, and pulled her lips from his, panting. “Oh God!” she gasped..