“It’s Miss Wendal, isn’t it,” I gasped, picturing my lovely History teacher, a black-haired, doll-faced beauty with blue eyes and lush breasts... that always stretched her blouse and had all the boys, and me, drooling. “I knew it. She’ll be so shocked to learn her student licked her pussy.”Daddy gave me a big grin.“Or is it Mrs. Carpenter from Church?” She was an elegant, older woman, Mother’s age, who taught me Sunday School as a child. She had dark-blonde hair as fine as cornsilk. “You seduced. ”The man is aghast. He swerves violently off the road, and pulls the car to a screeching halt.“You fucking cheat!” he screams. “You’ve been playing off the ladies’ tees all week.”Q: How do you know when you’re really ugly?A: Dogs close their eyes when they’re humping your legMemories from Chuck B ‎When I was in an all-boys high school, back during World War II, there was a fellow student with the surname of Cherkov. You can imagine how a bunch of teen boys pronounced that name. He was something. It looked like it sprouted from the top of her butt crack, went around her waist, up between her breasts to end on her right shoulder. The leaves were green, accented with red and gold blooms. And she was covered with them. She got dizzy from my requests to turn and turn again.As the years had passed it had become less rare for a woman to display skin art. Even ‘regular’ men and women had begun to get ink, not just bikers, ex-cons and military guys.“That’s beautiful,” I said.“I can imagine it. I should have thought of that, and not just assumed she was having a vibro. I must compliment her on it when came to, and our brains were working. I hadn’t thought how smooth and silky her pussy was on my tongue, lips and face at the time. Too busy I guess. I smiled, thinking lewd thoughts of what we’d done earlier. I could feel the nylon that I was wearing, it felt smooth and light, I stroked my arm, the peignoir sleeve slid smoothly up and down, it felt light on my backside and the combined.