The teenager's nose turned up at the tip. Her nostrils were on the pinched side, but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.

"Good point. You have to promise that you won't tell anyone what occurs between us," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's mouth was not large but her lips were full and sensuous.

"I cross my heart and hope to die, Miss Richardson. Mum is the word, baby," Sandy said. Her lips were always parted and a little puckered.

"I would prefer if you did not call me baby in the future Sandy. Miss Richardson will do," the beautiful blonde said with a frown.

"Heavy duty. You want to get together at your place. I would suggest mine but my folks live there," Sandy said with a shrug of her shoulders.

She had a pouting mouth. The Italian girl looked as if she were walking through life in desperate need of a hard tongue kiss. Probably true.

Sandy had a habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. She did this at times when they were already wet.

"Yes, you will come to my office immediately after school. If anyone asks you why you are visiting me just tell them that we have to discuss a domestic situation. That will shut them up."

"Can do," Sandy said. "I guess I will take my leave. See you in about – let's see – an hour and a half." She stood and left the room.

Miss Richardson waved bye-bye.

"Hey, this is a nice place you got for yourself here, Miss Richardson," Sandy said, scanning the living room with her big brown eyes.

It would have been an understatement to call Sandy diminutive. She stood only five feet two inches tall and weighed a little under one-hundred pounds.

"I'm glad you like it. May I serve you a refreshment?" Miss Richardson said. Sandy had extraordinarily large breasts for a girl her size however.

The Italian teenager had boobs that stuck out far from her chest. In spite of their size they did not sag, not even a fraction of an inch.