B. helped me arrange my toga and made sure my zipper was up. Students hooted when we left the closet.“False alarm everyone,” Mrs. B. announced. ...“Jim has pants on. I checked.” More hooting and whistling. The rest of that class is a blur, but I must have done okay. I got an A for that assignment…I don’t remember a lot about the next couple of days. I couldn’t shake the image of Mrs. B. on her knees gazing up at me while my cock pulsed a geyser of cum into her mouth. Not that I wanted to. Thefaint suggestion of nipple visibility beneath the blouse hinted that shewas braless. Her legs were clad in either stockings or tights, I wasn'tsure until Miss Tess instructed her to face me and lift the front of herskirt.Deep joy! She was wearing stockings and black garter belt under white lacypanties. Miss Tess informed me that Cunt had unknowingly been savingherself for my arrival and then she said "Cunt, you may now piss." "No, no,wait a minute." Julie," she shouted, "Julie, you may want. He mumbled under his breath about the state of the war in Iraq. After three tours in combat as a Navy Seal, he knew the frustrations of that type of war. His mind wandered to Angela, his recent bride. She and her daughter, Molly, had gone to Gainesville to clear out the house she had received in the divorce settlement from her abusive ex-husband. She and Molly had only been gone overnight. He had not realized how totally they had become the most important things in his life. They had not been. He bent forward and picked me up by my bottom. I was surprised at how he effortlessly lifted me up to him holding me tight. I wrapped my legs around his waist wanting to be as close to him as possible. With one hand he roughly pulled my tube top over my head and threw it on the floor. He stared at my perky 34C breasts. His boyish grin took over his face making me want him all the more. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and kissed me deeply. He forced his tongue down my throat urgently probing..