To my disappointment, he put them on without removing his towel. Damn! I didn’t get to see a thing! I continued staring as Johnny applied deodorant... put on a t-shirt, and got into his bed. He curled up with his ass sticking out towards me. Oh, what a perfect ass. It was so full and so round. I lay there staring at that ass for what felt like an hour. When I was sure he had fallen asleep, I eased out of bed and quietly crawled over to his bed. I stopped with my head close to his lower back, so. 0" card. I invited her to visit during my office hours.She arrived on a Tuesday, and set her backpack down. We began discussing her progress, and what she might further do to increase her grades. Almost as soon as we began, she began to weep silently.I asked her what I could do to help.She told me of her difficult upbringing, and of the early deaths of her parents. She reported having been raised by relatives, who let her know in no uncertain terms that she was a burden on their already taxed. She moved to the dressing table and picked up a dark red lipstick and began colouring her nipples and their surrounds. She’d never done it before and it seemed deliciously wicked. It felt deliciously sexy too as her nipples were pulled this way and that. They erected alarmingly. The pussy mound in the mirror showed every contour of her through the glossy skin of the thong. Stray, escaping, copper curls glistened. He’d begged her not to shave or even trim her bush.He pictured her puffy-lipped. Like me. “Aaaahhh...” Such a strange sound to come from me. But I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d had some warning. I had to grab on to something. The damn pillow wasn’t sturdy enough. Suddenly he pulled out and my thighs clamped against his hips of their own volition. Guess I’ll never know which one of us was most shocked about the fact. Before I could even process it he was buried to the hilt inside of me again, his hips pressed against mine, his chest pushing me down while his arms.