The drive was calm and relaxing. Carter reached over to put my hand in his. The gesture was sweet and it made me smile. Maybe everything would be alri...ght after all. When we got to the art supply store Carter helped me out of the car. I saw his eyes travel over my curvy figure and blushed at his scrutiny. Inside the store I browsed through sculpting supplies, looked at their oil paint and picked up a few other odds and ends. I loved getting new toys for my art. I already had an idea for a good. He reached down first, though, and slid one hand up the inside of her long thigh, feeling the silky nylon beneath his fingers. He groaned in pleasure. This was definitely something she'd never done for him before. Unlike other times, when their mutual masturbation was slow and methodical, she surprised him by pushing his hands away, and plunged her hand inside of her nylons, feeling the hot wetness that waited for her there. She was completely shaved, and her soft pussy lips easily gave way. This Jon Doe wished full privileges and claims due a parent, etc.This did give me a chuckle and I told as much to Gina. "Can't take credit for this one Gina. But for the record –I do think it is a little bit funny –but I did not send it. Must have been one of your co-workers at the hospital, playing a practical joke on you."Gina was not amused. "When I find the moron who wrote this, I am going to kick their butt so hard they are going to need Doc Weber in proctology to get my shoe out of their. What a cock-block! I listened to the conversation and realized that the teacher was oblivious to the current situation. So I decided to play with Mr. Sullivan. I maneuvered around the tight space and managed to unzip his pants and get his cock back out. I could feel him tense up and try to kick me, but it didnt stop me from trying. He continued to talk to the teacher about lesson plans or something as I started him off with a nice hand job. He scooted his chair up and let the rest of his.