Then I realised with rising panic that I was about to slide into this girl, as my errection got bigger, with her other foot in mid air she could not l...ft off. I could feel the tightness and warmth. My cock was edging into her. She then sat up only making it worse, driving her soft bottom onto my thighs. My erection was getting stronger by the second and pushing up into this girl. It was sort of gripped by her pussy walls, then the dry skin let go and it jumped in a fraction moreShe was now sat. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able right now to let him take over her body as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a perceptible diminution of those initial urges; the tingling began to ebb away.She would lie there on her back on her bed, night dress high up over her breasts, panty off, legs wide, head back on her pillow. Eyes closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, pinch her enlarged nipples, feeling the urges. The woman couldn't have been five years younger than Stacy and she had called her "Ma'am". At home she eased into a hot bath and allowed the heat to take the soreness from her body. The bottom of her feet had been rubbed raw from her exertions but eventually their protests succumbed to the soothing water.She groaned as she rolled out of bed. Everything below her shoulder blades ached and her throat felt raw. Stacy grumbled as she limped to the kitchen.When Stacy's eyes fell on a male student. Smiling at his obvious interest, though he had not seemed overtly aroused yet, she walked into the living room, her shorts ½ over her hips, the only covering left on her body. Moving to stand in front of his spot on the couch, she pushed her shorts lower, leaving them stretched tight across her upper thighs, saying “It would be easier if you slip them over the heels, they are quite large compared to leg openings...”. As her shorts fell around her ankles, she felt that familiar, secret tingle.