Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms.Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde tenth grader was the most beautiful cheerleader in the junior class. All the boys in school were constantly trying to get into her pants, and to be honest with you, my own heart would literally do a flip flop imagining what it would be like to fondle her large breasts that were constantly peeking out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kids wore despite strict dress codes. Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived for the day the opportunity might arise to show her the value of taking instruction from an older, more mature person - one that has been around and knows the ropes. |