All looked ultra-girly girls, all happy in their own femininity, or at least that's how they looked.We went into the shop, and bought two denim skirts... like in the picture, one blue, one pink. Next we bought two pairs of bootleg trousers with embroidery running down the legs, one in blue and one in black. To go with these a few tops and white and pink, with cartoon characters that we're making a cult comeback. Babs pointed out the clothes, and I agreed with her that they looked nice, and would. That kiss, the feel of him under me, hislong hard thick cock against my thigh through our pants. I almost moaned fromthe memory, getting wet all over again.He sat down next to me. "We need to talk about last night."I bit my lip, "What about it? Do you think that's a good idea?" Yes. I want to tell you... it was amazing. You're amazing. I couldn't get youout of my head all night." He said it with such feeling that I was shocked."You.. You're married Darius. To my mom. We can't do anything with. After a few minutes the wind slackened slightly but the rain continued to come down in torrents, making the view through the big windows look like the inside of a fish bowl.I had at first started to ask for separate checks but then I thought about it. I decided that Matt was the kind of guy who would be more comfortable with a traditional role and let him answer "one check" when the waitress asked. After she had left I quietly said we could settle up later. Matt gave a slight nod and simply. God had even gifted me with good looks so I rarely used to get slapped. I had done sex with lot of my college girls and was really bored with them. I wanted some change. Fortunately, a new teacher had joined our school and she was indeed quite sexy. I at first thought her to be one of my juniors, so as usual I tried to flirt on her too!!! Quite unexpected to me I really was slapped very hard. To my luck she did not complain about me to the principal. Soon I realized that she was our math.