Rosanna had not thought to bring her key, so she knocked with one hand, keeping the bandana plastered firmly to her nose and lip. “Rosita?” called...her mother. “Why didn’t you use your—“ Carla opened the door, saw her daughter and screamed. “What happened, Rosita? Come in.” She ushered Rosanna through the door, almost slamming it in Leander’s face, but he caught it and struggled in with Rosanna’s bicycle. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” Carla said as she guided her daughter to the couch and. Fuck, I’m horny. Why am I so horny after such an amazing orgasm? It’s the control. Even though it feels like it’s happening too fast, it’s hot as hell. Why am I even resisting? Submit. Because you don’t even know who this guy is. That’s why! Submit. Maybe if I meet him. Get to know him. Seriously, Katie? You want to meet a stranger from the internet? I mean, if he can make me feel this good online, what’s it going to be like in person? He may take complete control of you. And the thought of. I writhed as I felt my juices flow out of me over her fingers and down between my legs. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I wasn’t a lesbian – never had been – although I had had some experience with women during my very promiscuous youth! But – with my best friend? Was this wrong? Should we be doing this? But, who were we hurting? We were both mature adults. She was fulfilling a need in me by suckling at my breast instead of my husband? It obviously didn’t faze Amanda at all. . Barton did it anyway.Sitting up provided me an up-close of their behinds. Nothing you’d not see on anyone in a swimsuit, of course, but it’s different when they’ve been your teachers. It wasn’t that I could actually see anything, of course, but the way a swimsuit fits, it’s not like I couldn’t, either.The same regarding the fronts of their legs, a suit not wrapping around much more than necessary. Ms. Barton, especially. Probably the same might be said of mine, but I didn’t catch them.