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And she could see that he could see. Was she becoming aroused? A crinkled curtain of inner lips appeared to grow from within, pushing apart the lips that protected it. He gaped – unable to believe what he was watching. This was too stimulating too ignore, and risking the class’s wrath for a better look, he brought his feet together and made foot fetish two hip-turning steps towards them, they confidently and sexily stepping towards him, before he dropped down, feet apart, right in front of the teacher. Teacher spread her knees wide just for him. He could distinctly see the camel-toe outline of vulval lips behind the thin material of her thong. Again she cupped her breasts, but this time she squeezed them whilst looking straight at him. He felt his cock give busty a jerk and start to thicken behind his hands. She moved her hands down over her hips and crossed then in front of her pelvis, framed the area with her fingers, and pressed against her inner thighs. As she pressed in she pulled her hands apart so that he was able to get an impression of that central crease getting wider. He now had difficulty keeping his rapidly hardening cock behind his hands. But to make his difficulty worse she stood up, turned around and bent over to touch her toes, presenting him with her lovely rear. Her skirt didn't begin to cover the peachy cheeks and the dark valley between, with its thin strip blonde of blue running down like a river through a canyon. Her head and torso hung down between the A-frame of her legs, and her mouth was open as she looked back at him, upside down, long blond hair pooled on the floor. Apparently the thong needed adjusting because one hand reached up and caught the tight string just under the Y at the top, and slid down pulling it out of the ditch in which it had become stuck. She was quick but he had just a glimpse of her tiny anus before she was done. She stood up and turned to face him, Blond strands covered one eye and part of her face. She tossed them back with a flick of her head, and purposefully looked down at his hands, which could no longer hide the spear sticking out in front of him. “You lose”, she said and, laughing, looked round to the rest of the class. The tension broke and suddenly there were thirteen girls laughing at him. If any of them had been aroused before then it seemed to have been forgotten now. He was stunned, embarrassed. His erection was uncontrollable, it wouldn't go away and he had the feeling of having been caught out, cumshot of having gone too far. Anxiety hit him – like the dream in which you find yourself naked in the main street. He must find an exit. He once again covered himself with both hands and footjob made sidesteps towards the swing doors of the studio on his right. The facing class and teacher stepped with him, giggling, and were once again able to see his blood engorged penis as he raised his hands to open the doors, which made them burst out laughing. His embarrassment grew, and his frustration at not being able to get rid of the tell-tale sign of his state. But the doors opened automatically and he half fell straight into the back of a towel be-turbanned girl, fresh from her own shower, her body swathed in a larger towel. She turned her head to look round and her lips pouted in surprise, which became a welcoming smile as she felt his naked frame against her bottom through the towel, and his arms round her waist as he tried to keep his balance. Their eyes met in immediate mutual attraction and messages passed between them: his discomfort at being caught aroused and off-balance, her amusement at this, which made blowjob him blush almost to anger at his undignified situation. She reached one slim hand behind her and brushed his heavy penis, and her gaze became intense. The hand boldly returned to grasp it, and it immediately twitched in her little fist. She began to move it up and down the shaft. Again he was taken aback. He stopped dead, just feeling her warm hand moving up and down. Finally he was emboldened to touch the back of her thigh. It felt delightfully smooth and soft. He reached up under the towel and grabbed a full handful of her buttock, separating it from its mate and eliciting a widening of her dark eyes, His other hand reached up under the front of her towel and slid up until it found her vagina. He explored and found that it was topped by a small shaved strip of hair. It would be great for winter time, and he could keep the crews working, when weather was bad, as long as this new trend took off. Mike and Anthony waited anxiously as Jon asked the first question. “You have not heard the new rule have you?” He then told me if I would try doing it again, he would consider giving me the busty car, but only if we were to do it again. You chose a destructive way of doing it, though.” He smiled, “Sit down, footjob Grace.” He looked at the others, “Is there agreement?” They were all nodding, cumshot smiles on their faces. Ambrose turned to the small female looking deep into her eyes then nodding. You'll be happier in the long run I can assure you. I licked my lips. “Angelica, please love me, I’ve been yearning blowjob for this foot fetish moment, I’m not afraid anymore, tell me what to do, what you want.” I sat back down on her bed and she turned off the light leaving the only source of light coming from a lava lamp on her dresser across the room. As he neared she tried to blonde reach out to him.