You look at me, my eyes, my face flushed, my body slid down in the chair, my forearm disappearing under my skirt, back to my eyes. And you smile, slig...htly, slowly, your eyes growing warmer and kinder as each second passes. I look into your friendly, interested face, looking for anything predatory, using, dismissive, mean, don’t see it, just a kind of warm appreciation that finally makes me smile back. I pull my hand out of my skirt and sit up straighter and say, ‘Hello.’ And you say, ‘Hello. Do. Then Laurie said, "It's too bad I don't have a bikini with me. I wouldn't mind getting some sun myself. You've got a great body, Mrs. Foster, I really mean it."Brenda smiled at the girl. Laurie was cute. The blonde wore a halter top and her luscious tits jiggled whenever she moved."Thanks for the compliment," Brenda said. "And why don't you call me Brenda? I thought we were going to be friends." Okay, Brenda." Maybe you could get into one of my bikinis. I've got a few upstairs I haven't worn in. W-what I said was -" I know what you said. She won't like hearing about this when she gets home."Darcy, why are you being like this? Please honey - You know I didn't - mean to -"Darcy suddenly turned off the TV with the remote and turned around, staring at me coldly. Now I knew enough about babysitting to know that if I showed weakness now, I'd never get her respect back. I had to calm her down without losing face."Susan, sit up! On the edge of the couch..." Excuse me?" You heard me. Sit. Apparently I was now a member of a WhatsApp group called ‘hot4teacher’, and the idea was to send nude pics to each other. They must be quite good friends, to trust each other that much? They both knew how to pose anyway, and they both looked stunning.“Where’s yours?” Christina sent.“Not that stupid :)” I replied.“What’s it worth????????” came back.I weighed the question, while I lay on my bed with my cock in my hand, flitting between the two selfies. The sex surged into my head and an image.