?Soccermom: ?Wait sorry, don?t go. I?m undressing.?MissPeaches: ?Well hurry up, I don?t have all day.?I began to undress, asking myself once again, w...at has gotten into me? Why am I letting her treat me like this, why am I really undressing?Soccermom: ?Ok?I?m undressed.?MissPeaches: ?Tell me, is that smelly cunt of yours getting all wet and messy.?Soccermom: ?Yes.?MissPeaches: ?You?re not to touch it unless I give you permission, understand??Soccermom: ?Yes.?MissPeaches: ?Now describe. “Isn’t that right, Harold?” The old man, being hard of hearing, didn’t acknowledge.Clare’s smile transformed into a delightful grin. Without makeup, he noticed her freckles for the first time. Why does she cover that up? he wondered.While Clare sorted her laundry, he couldn’t resist spying on her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples protruded, pointedly visible under her shirt.She caught him staring and looked down at her breasts. “Sorry,” she said, looking somewhat mischievous and not at. This time I am done for. One word from her and I am in serious trouble from college committee. But still sitting in front of her is killing me. One look at her and some wild desire stir in my gut. ‘You didn’t answer my question Jake.’ she said. ‘Do you think I am sexy and hot?’ ‘Oh, Yeah’ I thought. ‘With that body of yours I want to fuck you the first chance I get.’ An image flashed in my brain me fucking her from behind while she is bent over her desk. It took all my effort to stop a stupid. Being young and horny as hell, by the time we got into my room I was fully hard again. She looked at me and smiled and sat me down on the edge of my bed. Sitting down next to me she asked, "Did you like that?" All I could say was, "That was wonderful". She leaned over and kissed me again but this time much longer and harder. I felt her tongue rub against my lips. It sent a shiver all over my body. As we were kissing she took my hands and placed them on her tits. I began squeezing and.