" Before I shag your brains out, or afterward?"“Before." She giggled and leaned into me. "But only just."Off the train, she made me go into the pub ...or a pint while she went home. It was worth the delay. The long white gown — what there was of it — clung to her curves. It was backless, the only means of support being a spaghetti-thin strap around her neck. The neckline was cut low, very low, only just concealing the areole of her firm breasts. On each side, the skirt was slit to the hips,. . she was a kind of teacher/student fantasy. ‘Please, Ms. Levy, isn’t there anything I can do to raise my grade?’ But when she took the step to change schools so she wasn’t our teacher any longer, the shit got real. I can’t begin to tell you how many nights I spent just cradled in her arms last summer when you were all traveling.”“Um ... I feel the same way,” Cindy ventured. We all shut up and looked at her. Cindy was always quiet but even more so when conversations turned intimate. “I never. ' The rest is up tothe man. What a nice feeling."Cindy's nice feelings were only beginning.She couldn't believe how exciting it was just to walkwith Jeremy to the elevator. She could feel herdangling balls rubbing against the silky crotch of herdainty panties. The front of her panties was rubbingoh-so-sweetly against her exposed, tender knoblet,putting her more closely "on the verge" with everystep. How did women walk around in that gear all daywithout cumming constantly?Jeremy sensed Cindy's. ............., no, bad move. I had already closed the flap. To open it again............... Breakfast was an ordeal, my mind had recorded the view as well as my new camera, she was there, I blinked. No, she was still there, long legs, an inward pussy mound, was this what they called a camel toe, I could see she had toned legs, defined muscles. Up, come on, lift your minds eye, yes. She had blonde hair, the same as her daughter but, oh fuck....... tits. Nice big round tits, they had stretched.