1. teaching teacher a lesson


    Date: 11/12/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: jacob pete, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    safe, quiet lifestyle. Unlike the frantic crowded life in Auckland where she'd grown up. She went into her office that was set up in the spare room next to her bedroom and quickly checked her e-mails and Facebook. Nothing there that couldn't wait till later. Pamela lived alone and she liked it that way. It wasn't that she didn't like men, she'd dated a few over the years but had never found anyone who she mad a real connection with and she was in no hurry anyway so for now she was perfectly happy being her own boss. She went into the kitchen dining area and drank two large glasses of water before retuning to her bedroom and choosing a pair of white and blue Nike running shoes from her large collection of sneakers. Socks and shoes on she swapped her reading glasses for a pair of sunglasses, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and then pulled on a Baseball cap, the pony tail going out the hole in back. Last she strapped her I-Pod holder around her upper arm and then setting the I-Pod to the "run" playlist slipped it into its little pouch and put her head phones in. She was ready to rock. She locked the front door as she went out, the door key was on a little rubber strap that went around her wrist and another little band held it against the strap so it didn't flap around as she ran. A place for everything and everything in its place was one of Pamela's favourite sayings. She stood on the front porch and did a few light static stretches before heading off at a casual jogging ...
    pace to allow her muscles time to warm up before steadily picking up momentum. Fitness had always been a big part of Pamela's life. Ever since she was young she'd played one sport or another. Tennis, Netball, Field Hockey you name it she'd played it. From there she went on to study sports medicine and physical education at university and finally a teaching degree. She'd never looked back since. Pamela turned right at the end of her driveway and jogged down the main drag into the little village that was Farm Coves main shopping district. Their was a Mall too, but that was on the other side of town and she rarely went there. Most of the shops were not open yet and the street was deserted as she jogged through picking up her pace in time with the dance beats playing in her headphones. It was another lovely summers day in the Cove and the sun beat down steadily on Pamela as she continued down main street for about a mile or so until she came to Farm Coves famous golden sand beach. She spied a lone swimmer out in the gentle surf and a lone man walking his dog but mostly it was deserted. In a few hours though she knew it would be packed with locals and tourists alike. She turned left and followed the coast to the out skirts of town then headed back inland. Her long sleek body, cruising at a steady effortless pace, felt awesome. Pamela McIntosh really was at the peek of her fitness. She ran every day except Sunday, went to the gym three times a week, yoga, Kick-Boxing at the local ...
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