Not here. Not with a student.'Aoife pirouetted and sat herself between my legs. She ground her arse against my cock, pressing hard and reclining her b...dy into mine. Her hair wafted across my face, tickling my skin. I greedily breathed in her strong, heady perfume as she pushed her head into my shoulder; she smelled of jasmine. My mouth moistened and my hands strained to touch her; I was consumed with animal lust for the young, faultless body draped before me, the purple light revealing tiny. There was a stern look behind them."Not ready for dinner, yet?"They had developed a language of the eyes. A single tear trickled from the corner of one eye and ran down Martha's cheek. Hal pulled a tissue from the box on the coffee table and dabbed it dry."I know how you feel, Old Girl. We're not as young as we used to be. I guess you might say that we're both playin' the back nine."She slowly closed her eyes. She looked more tranquil. Hal reckoned that it helped her to know that he understood.. .."She turned fully to face me, pressed her body against mine and kissed mylips delicately. Meanwhile, hidden from view between our bodies, herhand massaged my raging hard-on."Just tell me to stop and I will," she murmured, fixing my gaze with herown.I wasn't certain if she meant stop massaging my cock, stop feminizingme, or stop seeing me altogether. Was there a difference to her? Whathad I gotten myself into? When you got right down to it, was it reallyall that bad ? or just... different? Who. Come on, Carol. Don’t be nervous. You’ll love it.”With that the nude Katrina motioned the nude Carol and the other nude girls to the door with her hands. They all filed out and soon found the nearest shower cubicle. It was on the side of the footpath and only 100 yards from the restaurant with people moving past in both directions every few minutes or so.The cubicle had three, individually controlled, shower heads – one for the head, one for the torso and one for the legs. The one for the legs.