And I remember the day when my imagination went from just simple fantasy to a desire to master her. It was a month or so into the second term, and all...the students who had passed her Intro class were in the lab that day and I was running late. I had to literally sprint down the hall and made it to the door just as she was closing it. And it was the first time ever that I could recall by that point, that she looked directly at me or had even spoken to me in real life. ‘Cause in my fantasies? She. His pants were open and being held up by his left hand. His right hand held his urinating dick. And a fine dick it was too. I unzipped and pulled out my pecker and held it with my left hand. This way he could look at it if he wished. He was a cute guy, maybe 30 - 35 years old. About my height, stocky build, clean-cut. I asked him, "How's it going". "Good", he replied. I didn't have to piss, but I tugged on my foreskin and stroked and played with my dick. When he was through pissing he. Then he smiled, it was his same smile, but more so, it was like a spotlight was being shone on his face. And he thrust again, only this time he only paused for a heartbeat before thrusting again.“Oh, thank you, Luke!”“God Tina, I fucking love you!”“Yes, I love you too. Make me yours forever.”I orgasmed quickly; it wasn’t earth-shattering, it was like a glow, starting from outside warming inwards to my middle, before being released back out of my body. I tensed and gave a small shake, then lay. You must prepare the food now. First go thecoop and pick up some eggs. A proper lady will always serve DeviledEggs." (In the Southern U.S.A. a deviled egg plate is always a goodwedding or shower gift for the bride. You Southern Gals know this. MostYankees do not.)Samantha said, "Yes Mr. Bunny."Bugs checked up on Alma. Alma had cleaned the kitchen and the parlor.Alma had started on the dining room. The phone rang and Bugs answeredit. "The Bunny Ranch. Bugs Bunny speaking. How may I help you?".