“Miss Alia Jones – open your eyes, and take that hand out of your jeans”Oh Shit – now I was in trouble – my fingers were all sticky and he c...uld see my lack of underwear.He also didn’t seem amused by the vaginal sketches all over my homework book. As a visual joke I had drawn a beech tree being cut down by a beaver, covered entirely in pussy-shaped leaves like split-beavers. He confis**ted the phone, but fortunately left the exercise book and gave me a one-hour detention to be served that. Confident he wouldn’t be breaking any rules, and feeling a little bit peckish, he decided to slip down to the restaurant.On the way down stairs it seemed that he attracted more attention with the towel than without it. Couples nodded to each other knowingly and he had to fight off a little dog that grabbed the corner with its teeth and tried to tear it off of him. The owner of the viscous little canine smiled but he was in no mood to be social.The pretty hostess at the dining room door informed. When I told them who it was theyhad all kinds of sexy things to say about Kay's lesbian liaison. Itold them both to go fuck themselves as I made a bee-line for thebathroom to end the conversation. A chorus of derisive laughterhastened my retreat.When I finished my SSS (shit, shower and shave) I dried on the fluffytowels and wrapped it around me to retrieve my male attire from thedryer. When I returned to the bedroom, Kimberly and Christie werelying on the bed head to toe, back to back, with. Frank got home, showered, made some dinner and watched two episodes of Murder She Wrote, his guilty pleasure, and headed to bed. He just planned to go to sleep but he had developed a hard on. Frank didn't really know why he was hard, he just felt extra sensitive for some reason and he knew after a few minutes that this one wasn't going away. Frank had been a bit of a rebel before he gave his life to God, not anything crazy but he had had sex with three women, one of them 6 times. But he always.