I set the table and kept my mouth shut."Tomorrow evening, I have to go back in to work around seven for a short while, Bill," revealed Paula. "I have ...to meet with some parents to go over the lack of progress their children are making." No problem," I replied as I recalled the conversation I had with Tim Brown earlier that same day.Tim was the head maintenance man at the high school where Paula taught. He had been in my body shop getting an estimate on repairing a ding in his fender from an all. Miranda Adams and her family move to Westville last January right before the second semester of her 8th grade year. She had played golf a few times with her Dad and 11-year old brother and liked it. She had even played the local golf course since moving to town. She had watched a couple of the girls' tournaments. I hadn't noticed her but I never paid attention to the gallery. They were only a distraction and when it came to golf I was too focused. The fact that she played could be good but not. "Baby...take off your shirt" I whispered in her ear and she immediately took it off as if she were in a trance. I started kissing and sucking her neck while I played with her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pinching and rolling my nipples between my fingers. She started panting and her hands were running all over my back. She suddenly rolled on top of me and ripped my shirt of my body. She moaned as she started rubbing her pussy against my erection, pleasure coursed through my body.I ran. She took a shower and shaved her pussy, making sure every hair was shaven off and that her pussy was a clean as a baby’s bottom. She tried calling Shelly to get her opinion on an outfit but it went straight to voicemail. She finally decided on a jean skirt and nice tight top. She debated on wearing a sexy g-string but decided to go with out panties, figuring they would come off anyway. Megan arrived at the address the cop had given her at 12:45. It was a nice house in a nice neighborhood, which.