Violet and Scott were so close growing up. Since they were only two years apart, they were more like best friends backing each other up when one got i...to trouble. Violet would often worry about Scott since he lived alone and hardly had any serious girlfriends. He always said he liked living the life of a bachelor but she always knew deep down he wanted to settle down soon.Violet picked up her long brown hair in a ponytail and put on her spaghetti strap blue flowery summer dress. She black slip. Amy asked if I could do her back, which I had no problem with. Amy sat down on the end of my lounger, facing the guys. They had now stopped even pretending to do anything other than watch us. As I sat behind her, I had to spread my legs to get close enough to put the cream on her. Amy gathered her long hair up in her hand and lifted it out of the way so I would not get cream in it. This made her breasts lift up, looking even more fantastic, and even I could see her hard nipples and the bulges. Deep down I knew that anything I said there and then would come not from the head or even the heart, but from somewhere between my thighs.I raised my head, looked into his deep dark eyes.And nodded.*So, like many women before me, I had entered the office as one of Harry’s students and left as one of his conquests. I had entered thinking I knew what sex was like; I left knowing how wrong I had been.It should never have happened once. I should have walked or even run away; I should have reported. It was raw. It was great!” Betsy said with a smile on her face.“Oh, my.”“Yeah.”“Did you break him?”“No. I didn’t even come close to breaking him, although there were a few times when he had a hard time breathing.”“Tell me more.”“I’d love to, but I’ve got to find Professor Parrish,” Betsy said with an evil grin.“Don’t leave me hanging like this!”“Help me move and I’ll tell you the rest,” Betsy said.“Let me know when to be there,” Sally said.“I will,” Betsy said.She had only taken two steps.