"Well I guess you’re right." She turns around."I’m only joking." I say."No, you were right. I want a good grade and if you really want it." I don�...�t say anything. She drops the mop and walks over to me. She goes behind my desk and turns my chair out and puts her hands on my knees. "Is this what you want?" she asks. I don’t say anything. I think she takes my lack of speech as a ‘yes’ because she reaches for my zipper. She zips it down and I feel my dick start to get hard. She pulls down my jeans,. Her breasts mashed against his chest and I could see his hands slowly massaging her ass cheeks. Then his right hand went the front and slipped in the slit of the dress and his hand was now on her bare ass. He pulled his body back a little and with both hands on her bare ass bent his head down slightly and she looked up at him and stretched her head up and their lips met for a kiss. My stomach did some turns as I watched them kissing and his hands roaming over her body. Soon he had both hands. Some of the black women had been willing to show their happiness in their newfound freedom in a most physical and satisfying way. Despite his disparaging remark about them, Rourke himself had partaken of their ebony charms more than once.Jimmy Butler looked down again at Ashley. He had to say she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not that he had seen a great many of them, excepting kinfolk of course. The woman spread out before him was as tall as he was, with long brown. Then I put my socks and running shoes backon, though the shoes had obviously changed to a smaller size.I grabbed my bag, quickly said "Sorry about that" to Mr. Jones, andexited the change rooms."Are you ok Paula?" said Mr. Jones. True to Brian's word, he apparentlyhe only knew me as Paula."Yeah, I'm ok. I... I was just tired and walked into the wrong changeroom."I began to walk down the corridor."Aren't you going to the girls' change rooms?" asked Mr. Jones.But at the moment I just wanted to.