“What?”“You better dress warm ... it snowed last night.”She must have looked out her window, “I’ll say it snowed.”“And still coming,�... I said.“I’ll catch the bus.” She called the driver and told him she needed a ride. “What are you doing?”“Feeding John’s cows.”“Huh?”“Horse kicked him.”“Stay warm.”John had bought a new old truck ... a 1961 4X4 Chevrolet C-60 that had been a dump truck but was now a long wide pickup with a Detroit diesel, a six speed trans and a two speed rear axle.On the way out. Try tightening up those sentences like I suggested and as far as our little arrangement goes, let me know tomorrow what you’ve decided. I promise you I will give you my all in terms of the extra tuition.’ He stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, ‘I will give you my full attention in more ways than one and, you never know, you might actually enjoy it. In fact, there is no might about it, I know you will.’ With that he walked away, leaving Farida with a mind. Her pussy looks delicious, too; I get some nice close-ups before I pull her panties up into her slit. Yummy! Dark curls shining against pink and white skin dewed with moisture.Now I take her blouse off again. Okay, so I'm spending a lot of time at this; it'll still be worth it and I don't want to wrestle her around getting the skirt on and off. It's enough hassle dealing with her upper body, since she's still out cold.There she lies in just her panties, her soft tits topped with rigid pink. He’d do anything for me. Then it hit me.I turned to him and massaged his thighs because that always makes him feel better. “Well, duh! I’m a waitress. I could do it but…”“But what?” He said.“Well, I don’t really own any sexy clothes. I only have my everyday stuff, except for my old Catholic school uniform. I mean it isn’t really sexy, but that other model on the website was wearing one so maybe that will do.”Matt just stared at me. “You have a Catholic schoolgirl skirt?”“Yeppers! Sure do! How.