As soon as we got to the apartment I could tell that Norico was desperate. Her stomach was filling her skirt and she looked as if she was pregnant. ...he was also upset at being in discomfort and knowing what she was going to have to do to recover the lost token of love. I immediately knew I had to take charge here if the job was going to be done right. I could feel my heart rate rise as the anticipation of what I was going to get that little anus of hers to perform. My pants were soaking in. She leaned back and reached behind her to the floor. When her hand came back into view she was holding a long, thick pink vibrator. She slide the length of it along her wet slit, lubricating with her own juices before she twisted the base. The vibrations rocketed through her and her head rocked back, her hips arching her back off the bed. She cried out and spread her legs a little wider apart. I watched closely as she slid the toy inside her pussy. She looked up at me and in a throaty. He was beaming, genuine appreciation andrespect as well as a paternal pride radiating from his grinningcountenance. In his face, I saw the satisfaction and the bliss of ateacher who knows he has not taught in vain, but who has been, on thecontrary, a midwife, so to speak, to the creative talents of a prizedpupil, helping her to give birth to the genius within. He was, Irealized, a Pygmalion of sorts himself, as much as I'd become one increating my Galatea.The other students, both male and. Then it became apparent that Mr. Wilson’s hand placement was not accidental whatsoever. He gently massaged her knee through the silky stocking, and then began slowly sliding it beneath her skirt, gently kneading her thigh as he worked his way up. The sensations were all too familiar, it was underneath the table all over again, and Paige’s body surged and thrilled. She felt as if she were surrounded and embraced by the smooth, silky, smoky, sensual beat of the music. Mr. Wilson proceeded to.