Name brand coffee for a change. She hesitated to answer him. He was a married man, her professor nonetheless, and he was shameless in flirting with he...r. He was nice. He said she was ‘a beautiful bounty’ and ‘that her eyes sparkled’ and ‘that he wanted to know her on a personal level’. She wasn’t going to let that go. IV. Her mom called, as she always did around 9’oclock after she’d worked out, showered, and eaten. She asked her usual questions: how she was, how her weight was, what she had. Pantyhose." SHIT! I thought I got them on without runs!" I leaned forward and looked. It was an obvious run. I motioned at the chair in front of my desk and Cathie sat as I put my feet back down.I took my coat off and hung it up, and sat back down. It took a minute but Cathie got that look again."OK, Cathie, it's apparent that you're seeing something else. What do you see?" It appears that you are wearing a bra and slip under your shirt. It's pretty obvious. You might want to consider wearing a. Or as if she hadn’t expected him to see her, he realized. He glanced at his watch, and when he saw that he had a few minutes left before the bell signaled the end of the day, he walked over to her. If nothing else, he hoped he could find out why she seemed to dislike him so much without even knowing him. * * * I watched him walk over, his eyes on my face the whole way. For weeks, I’d found myself watching him as he watched Alicia, the gorgeous mom of one of my oldest son’s friends. With her. She only wiggled more. I gave her three more quick smacks. The last one brought an "oww" from her. I reached up and pulled her panties down just far enough to expose her slightly pink cheeks. I spanked her bare ass three more times in quick succession. "OUCH," she said with a laugh, "that hurts." "Oh, I haven't even started yet," I said. Again, three more smacks to her butt which was now trying to avoid the smacks "Ow, ow, ow. Okay stop!" she squealed. "Not a.