“You’re not wearing any panties, are you Miss O’Shea?”
“No.”
“Show me.”
Carly watched in dazed fascination as Jenn grasped the hem of her costume and inched it up, uncovering her creamy pussy lips. She looked excited. I wanna go trick-or-treating with you.”
Despite her misgivings, Carly had to smile. The tall man looked at them, his face impassive. “So, girls, I haven’t seen you in a while. Beside her, Jenn’s boot heels clicked, too. The humor of it struck her, and she started giggling. Richards pulled an iPhone out of his jeans. “Good girl,” Mr. The black boots ended just above Jenn’s knees; her thighs were bare. Mr. He’s one the hottest teachers EVER. As he pumped, Mr. I wanna go trick-or-treating with you.”
Despite her misgivings, Carly had to smile.
