The curves of her tight body were accentuated by a brick red, form-fitting, rib-knit, sweater with a neckline that showed her cleavage with a necklace...that fell into it. My "fantasy" teacher wore a short grey-colored pleated skirt with grey stockings and matching heels. "You're a chick!" I told myself as I kept imagining what she'd wear for me or if she'd even dress with me in mind. Even as I chided myself I wondered if it was possibly this kind of caring about little details that had attracted. John himself was just out of the shower, after returning home from practice. Now he was hungry, and with his parents going out, he was on his own for dinner. He was looking forward to a night at home without them. His girl Lucy would be coming over as soon as they were gone, and John was looking forward to some quality one on one time with her. She had the biggest tits and the juiciest pussy on the cheerleading squad. And John would know, having sampled them all. “They’re on the dresser, dear!”. That is nothing what I am going to do to yours." Her hand moved down until one palm lightly cupped her left breast, slowly engulfed it, squeezed it gently, felt the firm flesh in her hand. "Not very big, but I can feel a very large, hard nipple beneath your blouse, Brandy." Her fingers sought outthe hard tip, easily found it, two fingers tightened on the rubbery flesh, a groan from Brandy as it was squeezed hard. "You like your nipples pinched." It was a statement, not a question as Meredith. .”“It didn’t work for Jordan,” I said.She nodded and then asked something else I knew could be an issue. “And the connection between you and Emma?”“It’s like the bond you and I share, only instead of feeding my power more efficiently than anyone else I have sex with, she and I share power.” I pulled on my shoes and tied them.“You share power when you have sex?” she asked.“No,” I said. “It only takes a thought to transfer power between us.”“So, she can take power away from you?”I shook my head..