.. just... how you are." He was clearly flustered and both Marty and Tricia started to laugh."You've broken John's brain, Chloe," Tricia said. "You ne...ed to be more careful... you know, he's smoked quite a bit tonight." She eyed Chloe coyly. "He's right, though. You're looking pretty hot right now." She looks amazing," Ben said. "I think Chloe has the most perfect breasts I've ever seen." He turned towards Chloe. Unexpectedly, he reached out for her, his fingers curving over her breasts, palming. “I regard it as an investment, Miss Frobisher; an investment in your friendship.”“It is appreciated, Jeeves. Thank you again. I had better get back to my work.”“As should I, my dear. Farewell.”As I wandered back downstairs, I wondered, what exactly was her work? I had never been told what her duties were. Mind you, probably she had never been told what exactly MY duties were!Still, she seemed to spend a lot of time in her office, working on her computer. She did not appear to be working with. The subject of sex was so foreign to me, and I was embarrassed, frightened and disappointed. The teacher’s name was Ms. Jensen. She was a pleasant woman, in her late thirties or early forties. The first thing she did was called the roll, and all the other formalities, but for some reason, I could not keep from looking at those posters. When Ms. Jensen began to talk about the day’s lesson, I began to listen to her. She was talking about the penis and vagina and what they had to do with. I got on and sat down in an empty seat, admittedly showing an awful lot of leg, as the hem of my short skirt sat under my bum. Don't get me wrong, that was its sole intention, and I quite liked how my legs looked, besides, it made me feel sexy.Just before we pulled out of the station a black guy got on and made his way down the carriage towards where I was sitting, passing most of the empty seats, as the carriage was almost empty, and as he neared, his eyes fell on my exposed thighs, and I just.