He, uh, got his hand up under my dress…” Pressing my cheek to Zoe’s forehead, I lifted the hem of her dress, bunching it in my fingers. As I did... the stains came together in one, big, globular smear, like the fold-in cover of a Mad Magazine. “Like this?” I rasped, now able to see the crotch of her blue, satin panties. “Uh-huh,” she panted. “Then he kind of, um…he fingered me.” I burrowed my fingers in under her waistband and combed them through her short curls. Farther down, I found the warmth. ANOTHER EYEFULBeside the road,The peacock fansHis tail, full of eyesLike the sequinsOn my shemale gown.THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOUS PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my. I finish bring in my stuff and I see Amy still dressed the way she was when I picked her up.“What’s wrong?” I ask.“Oh Kyle, You have been so kind to me, I’m just scared of what you will think when you see me.”“It’s ok Amy. What is important is getting you into some dry clothes before you catch pneumonia.”“Ok please don’t freak out” I watch as she turns around. She removes her scarf, followed by her hat. Her coat she slowly unzips and takes off. Keeping her face away from me, she tries to hand. Beaula tried to cover herself but she knew that she caught. I closed the door behind me and this time locked it for good. She stood half naked in front of me. Her big tits with nipples erect. She hadn’t removed her skirt to the full and her panties on.. her panties were soaked with cum and her fingers dripping with cum. I could feel the throb in my pants. My dick was aching to cum as my English professor​, beaula the angel turned out to be a slut that deserves a good fuck in all her holes. She.