But this was an altogether new experience for Molly, whose brazen sexuality had only developed as far as exposing her small cleavage through her white...school uniform shirt and, just half an hour ago, giving Mr Jenkinson, an experience he had long since craved.The girl held her teacher close. Their arms brushing against each other, no one had ever seen her naked body before and she was terrified of what people might think. The warm September air felt cool against her skin, her light brown. But I have been too shy to act upon it. I have not been with a woman for a long time now. What should I do? She closes the small gap between us. I can feel her breasts press against me as she presses her sweet lips against mine. I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, and pull her in closer. I can only imagine that she can feel my cock straining against my pants. Her initial gentle kiss has now become more passionate. Our lips getting warm and moist. Our tongues darting in and out of each others. "Just fucking dig, asshole."I got my laughter under control quickly. This was sure no time to piss her off. As I continued digging—which wasn't as easy as it sounded, the ground was pretty thoroughly packed—I thought it wise to back off. "I'm sorry, honey," I told her contritely."It's OK, darling," she said after a minute. "Look, I was a little rushed. I did it that last night; I'd just finished setting Bobby up with the cops and the reporters and I was on my way to meet him. I was living right. We both enjoy poker, but having lived in Vegas before we know you only bring what you can afford to lose. Winning is great but you can't count on it. Bring what you can afford and when you lose it just call it a nights entertainment and have fun. After losing most of our cash playing poker, we got comped some dinner and attempted to win some back at blackjack. My husband can count cards and we won most of our money back. All in all it was a wash, but we got plenty drunk and free food.