" I think your class was the reason I first thought about becoming a teacher," Alan volunteered. "You made learning such an adventure. I'm not sure I ...hould mention this or not, but I had such a crush on you as well."Maureen smiled. She knew that many of her students over the years had developed similar infatuations. It wasn't something she would ever admit to anyone but her husband, but she sometimes got a secret thrill thinking that some of those good looking young men might be jerking off to. "What the hell is going on here? Where the hell is my wife?" I am your wife," Marilyn said, grinning mischievously up at me. "I'm Margaret." What do you mean, you're Margaret?" I immediately regretted the dismissive tone in my voice-as if only an idiot would suggest that this gorgeous woman had absolutely anything in common with my wife. Now, don't get me wrong-I loved my wife Margaret, loved her with all my heart, but even I never thought of her as any kind of sex bomb. Naturally, she was. "Oh, I know it's exactly what it's like, Jackie. Now give me thosepanties." Mrs. Carter snatched the gold bikini from Jack's hand beforehe had a chance to react.Of course I know what it's like, thought Noreen. She had purposely leftthe panties on the floor. Oldest trick in the book. One that she and herdear Bobbi used to play all the time...***Mrs. Carter snapped out of her brief deja vu. "Stand still, Jackie," sheordered, as if he was capable of anything else at the moment. He stoodfrozen in. She forced herself not to think of it while she drove. It was a hot night, and Trina met her at the door in very short cutoffs and a red midriff top, reminding Laura briefly of Chanitra. Trina was exquisitely gorgeous. Her legs were long and beautiful, though not willowy like Yvette's. Instead they were muscular and shapely, more like Brandi's though not as short, or bunched with muscle, just sleek and beautifully formed. Laura tried not to stare, either at Trina's legs, or her smooth black.