Breanna turned and grinned at me. "You just never know when I'll turn up, Mister Heller...or where!" She kissed me and then was out the door, leaving ...e trying to sort out my feelings at the whirlwind events of the last several hours.I spent the rest of the weekend expecting to hear her knock at the door at every moment. For a few hours, I was too distracted to do anything except think about my former student...wrestling briefly with the idea that I had violated some code by fucking a former. "Would you like to take him for aride?" Can I really!" You know how to ride?" he asked cautiously."Yes, Mr. Hudson. My father says I'm very good." Priscilla stepped outof the way so Mr. Hudson could saddle the pony."Be careful," he said. Holding the reins, he walked Beauty out into themorning sunshine. He patted the leather saddle, then gave Priscilla thereins. "Be back in time for lunch."Quickly, Priscilla mounted the pony. "I will," she promised."If you follow that dirt path down to the. " Funny. You seemed to stress that last part -- when you were little."Sandra pounced, but still playfully. "I don't mean to embarrass you. Itwould be OK with me if you wanted to experiment. They did it in thatbaseball movie, Bull Durham. If I were Christina, I might even like myguy waiting on me. I'd feel like a princess. And look like one too,after he finished." Again, she laughed.I laughed again, but didn't respond. Thankfully, Sandra turned back toher duties. She removed. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The feeling of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hands on my body and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a little swelling of my inner labia and clitoris. I realize I’m starting to get wet.It makes me want to cry even more that my body is betraying me like this. These things, under normal circumstances, would be a turn-on. My body.