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We had never met in person before, having only Face Timed on a couple occasions when I was interviewing for the position. Meeting Ms. Jameson—Adele—in person was an unexpected pleasure. I dropped by to make sure my classroom and lab was in order. I struggled to pay attention as Adele gave me a tour of the school. I thought Adele was dressed casually because the school was on break and the A/C was off. I came to learn, happily, that is just handjob how she dressed. Adele was tall, probably a few years younger than me, with tanned legs that just kept on going. black Adele also had a large, firm rack tugging of natural breasts. She was also proud to them on display in a thin cotton halter-top with no bra, allowing anyone to see her bouncing, erect nipples. During our conversations, I saw her smile a couple times when she noticed I could not take my eyes off her breasts. Not only was she not offended, she adjusted her top frequently to reveal more of her cleavage. She made a point of bending over for little reason during the tour, letting me have a glimpse of those magnificent girls. I loved wanking my job already. The first few days were typically chaotic, as students found their classes, reunited with friends and checked out the new guy—me. Unlike high schools in the US, students wore uniforms; boys in white shirts and khakis, girls in white blouses and black and butt green plaid skirts. The administration fought a never-ending battle with students, especially the girls, trying to make their uniforms sexier. The girls would leave extra buttons open at the top of their blouses, tie off their blouses at the midriff or roll up the top of their skirts to make them shorter. I was expected to help enforce these rules but being used to revealing college dress, I didn’t see any harm in what the girls were doing. Truthfully, I enjoyed the display of young skin, and loved the wiggle in their asses as they tried to get the attention of the boys. What I wasn’t prepared for was the overt, highly suggestive flirtation of the Aussie girls. I was used to American college girls. Many of the American girls didn’t flirt at all but got right to babe the point (“I am better at fucking than I am at biology, Professor. How about you grade me on that?”). Others, as I have described in my other stories hooked up with me out of genuine mutual attraction. These Australian high school girls treated their sexuality like a new toy they were having fun playing with. They loved to get a reaction from the boys (and me) and often competed and colluded to see what kind of reaction they could generate. Four of the female students in my environmental science class decided they would torment the new guy by doing anything to get a rise—literally—out of me. Tina, Becky, Cindy and Veronica, or Ronnie were inseparable partners in crime. Tina appeared to be the ring leader, but it was hard to tell. 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