John embraced me pulling me in hard to him, squashing my breasts into his chest, and in typical John fashion, looked into my eyes and said, 'My God Ma...iel, you look like a Swedish Slut' and kissed me full on my open mouth.I saw John had closed his eyes during the kiss and I noted hubby giving the two thumbs up behind his back, with a broad smile on his face, followed by a crotch grabbing, which made me wonder if he wanted me to do that to John or if he was indicating he was being. ”Zach coughed. “Right, sorry.” Stop apologizing so much. “The, uh… the girl who - y’know - the one with Dylan?”“With Dylan?”“No - fuck, sorry.” Dumbass. “You’re the one who, uh… you… um, you’re the one who -”“The one who kicked him in the balls for trying to rape me?”“Yes! Sorry. Sorry, I, um…” he trailed off, deciding for a moment how to continue. He wanted to talk to her - and it was clear that she did, too, from the way she turned to face him - but he had no idea what to say. Finally, he. When he reached the cream sheets that covered her from the waist down, his fingers hooked and pulled them down further. Hungry eyes toured her exposed flesh, taking in every curve, every inch of her. Laying there, her chest rising and falling with aroused breaths, she watched…she waited. His fingers gently caressed her stomach, sliding down to the little mound below her belly button, then combing through the small patch of hair above swollen pink lips. A small gasp escaped Aurora, as she felt. ' "That is to say, the 'vulva.'"I shivered again. I felt like I was under a microscope, despite her shared display. The class was studying my most intimate secrets. It was mortifying, but what was even more mortifying, I could feel myself becoming more and more physically aroused. I shot Carl an anxious look, and I could see he knew what I was feeling. He looked pained, and stimulated, and shifted awkwardly in his seat. I saw him reach down, and knew he was adjusting his hardon in his jeans,.