" And so she started planning her day.Meanwhile, Bill flew through his classes waiting for French at the end of the day. He did OK in his studies but ...new that he could do better. But the only thing on his mind this day, like all the rest, was the sight of Miss Jones' smile that morning and her ass as it wiggled away from him. In fact, he almost always had a partial hard-on. He was sure some girls had noticed as he had caught them looking at his crotch as his cock pushed out the fabric of his. " My erection was now straining painfully against my pants, and she began to unbutton her robe. She pulled the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, and exposed her bra. Her breasts looked fantastic held in by the shiny white satin fabric of her bra. "You like my boobs, don't you?", she asked. I nodded and asked her what size they were. "40 or 42C, depending on the type of bra I'm wearing," she said, "My panty size is 10-12, my slips are either medium or large, and I where size "D". I begin to moan - it felt so good. The two of you were sucking my nipples so hard - like the way I suck your cocks - nice and hard and deep. It felt really good and I was getting so hot and wet. Your other hands were running up and down my body stroking my pussy lips. I quivered underneath them. Both hands were petting. One finger went in and then another. I couldn't tell whose was whose but at this point I didn't care. It felt so good and I didn't want it stop I was coming all over you. .. no, no, no. Those are too ratty.”“White pants,” Lissa said. “With a nice polo shirt. One with no logo on it.”“Do they make those?” I asked. “I don’t have any white pants. And it’s a picnic. We’re sitting on the ground. I’d be grass-stained.”“Wait, not jeans.”“We have to go shopping!”Melody and Lissa went shopping. I found myself back at QuickCuts where I went before the party back in May. I hadn’t had a haircut since and they were all appalled.“So, how many dates do you have tonight?” Donna,.