However, a third part, the part of me that made me pause, to think, to reserve action and judgment, wanted to know exactly what was going on.She tugge... on my hand and then looked at me. “C’mon.” Her voice was low. Not low enough to keep from being overheard, but almost like she didn’t have the breath to talk at her normal volume.I studied her face and shook my head. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. Where are we going?”Confusion seeped into her expression, and she studied me for a second.. .”And I went to her home with the charger. She said, “Come in.. Come in.. Just wait for 10 minutes, I’ll give this back..”The principal was wearing a tight legging and a t-shirt. She looked like she was just 20 years old. I was bamboozled by her beauty for a second there. She was clearly not wearing a bra, I could see her tight boobs and nipples.I saw an opportunity there and went in.I sat on the 3-seater sofa, and she sat in the smaller one.After her work was done, she brought me juice and we. She made no move to remove my hands so I continued enjoying playing with them for way longer than a quick 'feel how nice they are treat'. When she did move, she took my hand and slid it under her shirt... my other hand 'involuntarrily' followed.So here I was, my hands under her t-shirt, fondling her new full breasts and a boner growing in my shorts. As I started rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs, she put her hands on my thighs and gently caressed up and down. We were both starting. He smoothed back his blonde hair, put on his cap, and then seemed to notice her. As he walked closer, the muted light of the garage finally let her see him clearly. Jamie's heart pounded in her chest, and she had to consciously let out the breath she was holding."Looks like you're having some car trouble. Need some help?" He asked when he was a few feet away."Yes," Jamie answered, finally letting her eyes drift away from his broad chest and chiseled features. "It won't start, and my husband.