In the evenings she would sit there, dressed in light flowing garbs with her long legs wrapped in sheer silk stockings held by the most delicate lace ...uspenders. He would sit cross legged at her feet, facing her and waiting for her to expose herself. She would slide herself to the front of the cushion and leaning away into the back of the chair, she would slowly part her legs for him and raise her clothing to reveal her pussy trimmed with silky light hair. She would then divide her legs so. I immediately took a dislike to the drive and to the school. Even after weeks of preparation, Monday was such a shock I cried myself to sleep that night, but only after I heard Charlie Evans crying, too.We were the only ones in the room. The sophomores were due to arrive on Wednesday afternoon; the juniors on Thursday and the seniors were to report in on Friday to pick up their books and uniforms. I didn't know what Charlie's problem was; I didn't even know what my problem was. I tried thinking. . still softly emanating that faint smell of what must have been your signature samsara perfume... a smell so unique, with time it became a sexual trigger by itself.. it was irresistible and led to an occasional innocent kiss on your neck... with no other motive but an expression of affection...sitting perfectly wrapped between my thighs, there was one hand wrapped around your waist.. then, as I sensed your energy softly ignite, I would send the other hand on a timid exploration mission... a. I smiled at her nodding my head. “Yeah it’s home.” I simply said as I got out of the car, and made my way around to the other side to open the car door for her. I watched as she slide out of the car, pulled the hem of her dress back down in a slightly awkward motion. This caught my attention for a moment as I lead the way to the front door, unlocking it, then inside flipping on a light switch. I looked at her for a long moment as she looked down to the floor, then back up at me. Now I am not.