There's the school pool, filled with water for "Recreation Week" as it has been titled.The school is the same, but you can't help but wonder how the p...ople will have changed. Just last night you were looking through your yearbook at all the faces, particularly those of the girls that will now be young ladies. The day could be very interesting indeed. In all likelihood after today you won't see any of these people again unless you make it to another school reunion. Just think, its your last. Kelly Ann had English class right after lunch, but had a hard time concentrating. Instead she sat there daydreaming about her English teacher, Ms. Valentine. Ms. Valentine was a prim-and-proper type with brown hair and glasses; Kelly imagined her stripping off her pants, sitting down on Kelly’s desk, and spreading her legs wide. In the fantasy Kelly started licking her teacher’s pussy right there in front of everybody. This got her so wet that she forgot what was going on, and it was only when. Brian discreetly, or so he thought, pulled the bottom of Kelly’s dress up so her bare butt was rubbing against his thigh. His other hand found her tiny lace thong. He slipped a finger past the lace into her very wet slit. Somewhere along the line, Kelly had been brought up to speed on the impending divorce.Countless times Kelly has had a guy worked up and there is almost always a point when they suddenly remember that I’m still present. Brian’s eyes said it all when he looked at me. I winked. What do you mean we haven’t met yet and it was very hard getting a hold of me?” asked Farty Jimbo“Well, what is the date there?” asked Tuesday”“What the fuck do you mean what is the date here? It’s the same as the date there”“I seriously doubt that, Jimbo” said Tuesday. “I woke up this morning in a strange room. When I got out of bed, I realized I wasn’t wearing a thong like I always am. I was wearing a pair of granny panties. I haven’t worn underwear like that since my mother bought my.