“Uh, that’s,” David started but he just watched her throat bubble as she swallowed, “How was it?”“Strong,” She scowled and then smiled, ...“You mix it right.”“Fuck,” David picked a glass out of the sink and rinsed it out as best he could. A third of the way up the triangles this time. There wasn’t enough orange juice. There was only drops left of the vodka.“C’mon, I want to dance,” She tugged at David’s elbows.“I uh,” David opened the fridge and was happy to see someone had pilfered two of Avery’s. When we got to the pub for lunch 3 of his fellow driving instructors were there. Since I was a teen I have never worn a bra and the thought of wearing a bra for my lesson never even entered my head so off I went wearing a tight cotton t-shirt and shorts, his 3 mates immediately noticed my hard nipples poking through my t-shirt, and my driving instructor was lapping up the attention that I was getting from his mates.Next lesson I was wearing my black see through blouse in the morning, time got. John must have turned it off, assuming he'd pushed her to an orgasm, or at least she hoped he had.Slowly she got to her feet, rearranging her blouse, her nipples slightly sore from her pinching them. Fuck, she moaned. I cannot go through that again. As she reached down to pull it from her pussy, she stopped her hand midway down. Shit, I can't just pull it out and leave it in the trash, and I can't carry it back to my desk for all the world to see. Guess I'll have to take my chances and leave it. "She just wants a date for the senior prom," he said."I told you not to play games with me," Bob said, angrily, slamming his hand on the table."Forgive me. I'm in the habit of mocking. It's not true." Of course it's not true. She had a chance to go to the prom, and she turned it down. She wanted to go with you!" Mrs. Jones said."Well, that's why I brought him home. I didn't intend to bring him home. I just wanted to see what he was like, that's all," Bob said. "But I like him after all," he.