He let out a low, guttural moan when my scent entered his nose, pushing himself further against me. He continued to smell me for a few seconds, before...sneaking his tongue into my wet folds. I gasped as his wet muscle poked and prodded my slit, licking from my clit down to my pussy, back to my clit again. I let out small "Oh's" and "Ah's" each time he came into contact with either of them. His tongue pushed up against my hole and entered it. He plunged it in and out, reaching his tongue as far. After she was satisfied she told me now I am yours do whatever you want to do with my body. I won’t mind ass fuck either.This is what I was waiting for such a long time. Then I made her my bitch that night. I spanked her. Tied her to the bed and started licking her thighs.I started to make her horny. I would go to her pussy lick it once and then come back to thighs. She was moaning very badly. After 15 mins of teasing her, she could no longer wait and asked me to fuck her.I was waiting to hear. I didn’t play favorites, so it’s not like I was some sap that pined for her in the session. But she was smart, and did engage in the lessons, so I was able to plant the seeds for later contact. I had never had a relationship arise from those roots before. Again, this seemed to have been fated.Like I said, I never noticed her prior that class, but after that, I saw her everywhere. She was my own personal Baader-Meinhof phenomenon. We’d run into each other outside of class, and acknowledge each. I realized the kids had joined us, looking kinda pleased, and a wave of fear ran through me.'I got a few ideas. Run them past you tomorrow, see if they salute.' Funny thing, part of me kinda liked the picture we made, then the paranoia came back, so I disentangled myself, went and looked out my bay window. Safest place to be, you ask me.Pressure had been building, I guess, and when I saw a car pull up, Kirsty get out, I felt a sense of relief almost, real unusual. Didn't go help her though: no.