I wasn’t fazed. The bra fell away with the ruined blouse as I grabbed the back of her skirt and tore it open to her waist and in an instant I had a ...old of her panties and was yanking to tear them free. The panties gave way at the waistband, first the right side and then the left leaving her with the tattered remains of her skirt and her stockings. I was a little disappointed actually. The stockings were held up with a bit of elastic at the tops rather than a garter belt, but what the hell. It. I had been small in high school and was determined to put on some muscle so I didn’t have to spend my life being too self conscious to take my shirt off at the beach.I took weight training for physical education, some easy units and learned the basics. I quickly realized that I liked it and also that there was the added perk of having a reason to use the locker room to change and even shower sometimes depending on what my class schedule was if I didn’t have time to go home to get cleaned up. When I was done Cindy told me to get in the shower and freshen myself up. I was glad she let me clean up I hate it when I am nasty and dirty. Because the cum I had on my face was dried up and flaking off. When I got out of the shower Cindy called me into the kitchen. I walked in and sat down all I had on was a towel.She said, "You really are a faggot, aren't you?" I saw how you enjoyed fucking your ass with MY dildo. I also noticed how you was trying to shoot every drop of your cum into your. She lifted herself up, saying, “I need it in my cunt. Does your office door lock from inside?”“You have not been concerned about it so far.”“I’m not yet naked darling, you are.” She locked the door from the inside, and lifted her skirt up as she sat on the table.Her cunt was so smooth and of course, had a vertical clitoral hood piercing. I caressed her pussy lips.“I waxed it today, it's our extreme fuck night,” she said, squeezing her breasts under the tank top.I was wondering what happened on.