Teresa was enrolled in every kind of activity possible - Piano lessons on Monday, Softball practice on Tuesday and Thursday, Dancing lessons on Wednes...day and Saturday, tennis lessons on Sunday and it was impossible to meet her without making her miss one thing or the other. Every time I made her miss something Emily went on and on about how selfish I was and how I was not thinking about Teresa's Future.I backed out and distanced myself from Emily and Teresa. I sent her a letter through my. She was wet with anticipation. I was leaking too. She couldn’t wait to make me cum again. She grabbed my slender hips and pressed her face deeper into my pussy. My wetness coated her face as her tongue explored my vagina, searching for my clit. My moans let her know she had found what she was looking for and then began to stroke my clit with her tongue. As her tongue rolled over my clit she worked her down onto the pillow and kneeled between my thighs. She worked her fingers into my hair and. ...Ok. *i lean over your desk, my jeans barley staying up on my ass*Stranger: That's a good girl. A very good girl *slaps your ass, then slowly pulls the jeans down and pushes the red panties aside.You: *moans slighty*Stranger: Tell me, Alex, are you good at addition, at least?You: Yes i am, Im not stupidStranger: Good. Then perhaps you can cite for me, the sum of this... *unzips pants, revealing nine inches of hard teacher cock* ... plus your cunt?Stranger: Here... I'll be nice and show you. The clothes she had on were all one of a kind items, down to her intimate apparel and shoes, made to order and molded upon her body. As I said she looked magnificent.As Martin, the manager pulled out her chair and she settled in, he discreetly inhaled a whiff of her perfume, slightly chuckled and shot me a knowing look, while sotto-voce telling her that “as usual, she was the hottest piece of ass in the place”. Not something a hotel employee would tell a guest, unless he wanted to be punched.