It doesnt come about every time that she stands and walks liberally into our class. But it does ensue to you, right, Carter? From a pale and wobbly-a...ike whisper, the words were now slowly converting into more of a hasty and lackadaisical screech and bark. Yes. That is my point. I cant hold my feelings for her anymore. I must find ways and means to get close to her and unleash these resilient, strong-concentrated emotions and sensations that I have for her deep inside me. Concentrated. We will keep posting chunks of this story from time to time and we would both love to hear any comments you have.Our Fantasy WorldThe beginingPeter:I will try and set the scene. You have been shopping all morning and in need of a large cup of hot coffee and decide to pop into Cafe Nero. Down stairs the coffee shop seems a little busy so you decide to try upstairs, this is indeed quieter with only one other person up there quietly reading a paper.As you slide into your seat the short skirt you. ” She pushed herself up and looked him fiercely in the eye, hand still firmly on his crotch. “You’re sitting here, a divorced 40 year old, drinking your beers, looking this girl who lives in your house and dresses like this, and stewing over all the awful things you’d do if only you had the guts.” She laughed harshly. “No, that's crazy. Only a pervert would think like that about his own dau-”He grabbed her wrist and wrenched it free from his trousers. He grabbed the other wrist too and pushed. "That was very good." I praised and, placing my hand tentatively on her thigh, gauged her reaction. "Thank you, Allen." She said in response to the praise but remained impassive, encouraging me to go further until my middle finger traced the cleft of her cunt. We leaned towards one and other, our lips meeting as I, slipping my fingers under her elastic, felt the course, damp hairs surrounding her wet opening whilst she fumbled with my belt. "Not here." I said, aware that we were in the middle.