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This was the best time of year for Sarah. A natural born cock tease, with a figure that could stop traffic, and a wardrobe that did little to contain or conceal it, she loved to torment any hapless male that crossed her path. She loved being with Bobby in his large, expensive house with a pool out back, and the kind of furniture you were supposed to look at but not actually use. Coming from a blue collar background, Bobby was quite the catch for her, but then again, he never really had a chance, did he? He was in her History class and she had been clever enough to be sure she was sitting right next to him. He couldn’t miss her deep, well tanned cleavage, or skirts to short, her legs (sometimes sheathed in nylon thigh highs) had to be kept tightly crossed. Heels of at least four inches typically completed the outfit.