More Practice

Miss Cooke walked over to Chrissie and Brad. "Good lord, what's going on?"

Brad was struggling to get his hand out of his pants, and Chrissie was trying to wrap her torn skirt around her lower body as she also tried to keep her sweater together.

Steve concentrated.

As Miss Cooke tried to figure out what was going on, she did not notice her slacks unzip. Then the button on her slacks flew off and her pants were yanked to her ankles. "Oh god!" she looked around to see who pants her as she bent over to grab her slacks. As she did, the back of her blouse lifted up, so everyone behind her got a view of her black panties. She heard the dog whistles and just like Chrissie had found her skirt being held down, Miss Cooke could not lift her slacks. It was like someone was standing on her slacks.

Chrissie had run off, and Brad finally got his hand out of his pants though his balls were still scrunched up due to his front wedgie. Steve let them go. He relented on Miss Cooke. As she pulled up her slacks, her panties wedged up her ass crack, causing her to squeal. She was beet red, and once she redid her slacks, she ran back into the school.

As the crowd of students dissipated, he decided he wanted to hone and perfect his skills, so he went to a local coffee shop. He ordered an iced tea and took a seat. He saw a woman working on a laptop.

And three loud, laughing young women.

He took a sip of his drink and wondered how to practice.