Me: So you want me to help you?J: MmmmMe: WIll you help me ?J: Mmmm (Said this after a little pause)Me: Give your handJ: For what?Me: Just give me.She...gave her left hand to meMe: Not this one give me your right hand.She gave me her right handI touched her hand and said It is very soft when you touched my thing I felt like I was touched by a feather.She smiled and took back her hand. My juniors brought the list of students they were 30 in numbers. I asked them to come straight to this lab after. In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fingers were her tongue and I'd wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms!"Andrea?"I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her,"Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment" Well wherever it was, I think I'd have liked to be with you" she laughed and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her, that I'd been. It was magnificent, meant to wrench open the cervix of some little piggy slut and deliver a shot of his jizz straight into her babymaker. Of course that ungrateful bitch couldn't appreciate it, she kept struggling and whining, but Brutus doesn't take shit from a bitch. He OWNS that pussy, and he knows it - he was humping her doggy-style, his mouth firmly biting down on her hair. It was fascinating to watch, and her belly started stretching after he squirted half a liter of fertile, baby-making. I invited Mom to come in my car so she could see I was a good driver. Prof had advised me to do that, but I'd never got around to it before now, ironically just after Mom had canceled her driving restriction.Displaying Vanessa's pictures on eight 24" screens was VERY impressive, even though most of the photos were landscape oriented. Everyone commented on how great my computer system was (it should be too, for the size of the check I'd written!). I was more interested in the pictures than what.