Mrs. R had been my guidance counselor, during my freshmen year at State college, rumor had it she was an easy lay for the jocks, of which I was not. I...was surprised by the fact she was staying at the Hilton, when she only lived 20 miles away. During college I had gone from a tall out of shape kid to a "ripped" grad student after slimming down and building muscle definition, at the gym which led to my teaching physical education to a bunch of teenie boppers at a small high school.> > > It was. Dean hugged her, smiling that self-deprecating grin that made him so popular with British tennis fans. “Great game, Jenny,” he said. “Let’s show them tomorrow, okay?” …… Sunday afternoon. Centre Court, Wimbledon. The British Number One had just demolished his opponent in three sets to carry off the Men’s Singles trophy, and suddenly it was their turn. The crowd, already fired up by a home victory, was in the mood for more. And they got it. Their opponents, the French pair Rigaud and Giradon,. Some time afterwards elaine arrived and Lynne introduced the two ladies. As they sat and drank elaine kept lookin at Barbara's legs, they were amazing, she kept crossing and uncrossing them, each time her skirt riding up a little more. Barbar felt elaine watching her so did not adjust the skirt simply allowing it to rise. In turn Barbar was enthrawled at the bust on elaine, Lynne was much bigger than Barbar but elaine was in a different league. Lynne realing that the two were eyeing each other. Then Jack left.Fawn readied herself in front of the bureau mirror. While she'd be doing her best stuff bare-ass naked, she wanted to look nice for her next customer.She shuddered at the idea of having a customer like that. She was no penny-ante hooker. The only reason she'd consented to do this was for Jack--Jack and herself.Visions of the bright green sports car raced through her mind. She could picture herself behind the wheel, tooling along the highway at a hundred miles per hour, cops.