I’m starting to think I’m made out of ice cream. It’s like 70 in the house and I’m in short sleeve’s with a fan blowing on me from less than...two feet away and I’m still hot. I’d turn my room ac on but my wife would kill me because it’s in the low 40’s outside. Unless it’s below 30 or raining I don’t dress for outside. I dress for the inside of where I’m going. So I wear shorts and short sleeves a lot.If I think there is a remote chance of getting stuck somewhere, I dress and pack appropriately.. Since we were seventeen and eighteen year olds, our teachers were often close in age to us.My senior English teacher, for example, was also my PE teacher. We had PE third period and then went right into English class with him. Mr. Crete was a second year teacher who was twenty-four years old and a former county all state basketball player from a nearby high school. To get a PE job, he had to pick up the English assignment as well.Being an athlete, Mr. Crete always ran a really vigorous PE. She was obviously turned on watching this other girl slowly undress me as I explore every inch of her thighs and legs. Cynthia was almost done with the buttons on my shirt. She was running her hand all over my hairy stomach and right along the top edge of my jeans. I decided it was time to go a little further and ran my fingers lightly over her barely covered lips. I could feel the dampness in the fabric as I pressed a little harder and made small little circles around her clit which decided to. .. Please ... Oh God, don’t squeeze my balls anymore. Oh please, please ... Oh Fuck.” I think I passed out on them with my dick still buried in that wonderful pussy and those talented lips were still licking my poor overused nuts.When I joined the living again, the girls were lying around me sleeping. I could feel each of them as my eyes began to focus once again. I notice Syndy as she rose up and looked into my eyes. I smiled at her and said. “Oh my God! I think I just experienced the most.