Juice began to stream down Shelly's arm as her fingers began to plunge rapidly in and out of the contracting hole. She could feel her fingers on her t...ngue through the little sheath of skin separating her anus from her vagina. She moved her tongue and fingers in and out rapidly. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Jennifer moaned, her head bowed, her body tense. Suddenly her entire body went stiff. Then a long wail escaped her lips as a climax began to rush through her. She pushed back and down, almost. He was also my Dads best friend from college and my last class of the day. He taught algebra. He always brought me home after school like my dad had arranged. My Dad thought kids on the bus were troublemakers. He was going through a divorce with his wife. My dad talked to him about it a lot when he came over to have a couple of beers with my dad. I had an awful crush on him.Mr. Anderson had dark hair with just a sprinkling of silver and hazel eyes. He was 6 foot 1 and in good shape. He was 48. We ran side by side for a while and without trying to be too obvious about it, I occasionally glanced over at Brooke. In spite of the restraining effect of the sports bra, she was still bouncing quite a bit. I was so fixated on her that I stumbled and almost fell, not noticing a root sticking out of the ground."Hey, you should be more careful. Keep your eyes on the trail!" she said with a laugh, well aware of my lust for her.She ran ahead and I followed close behind, now ogling her fantastic. I feel no sympathy though. He was wrong for what he did and I was wrong so we shouldn't see each other. But sometimes I find myself fantasizing about him, even though I hardly remember him. I don't even remember what It felt like when we laid selfishly in each others arms. I do remember the panty fetish. How he pressed them against his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in all of my sent. The musky and salty smell left from the precum. Vivid images of his body roam my mind freely, invading my.