Instantly blushing furiously, not that she had done anything so wrong, but rather that the feeling was so strong and intense that it scared her. She s...id nothing as she took the bowl of pasta from him and waited for the second one. She shifted from foot to foot, strangely on edge, as if there was an energy running through her that she could not quite put her finger on. Taking Gwen’s bowl from Alex, she turned to take them out to the table. Setting hers down first, she brought Gwen her refilled. And I couldn't just sit here. I had to teach. It was probably just a prank. Everyone knew I was a lesbian. A bigot was probably just messing with me, trying to get me scared. They always thought dykes were also predators, looking to seduce innocent girls into our “sinful” lifestyles.It was hard to focus on teaching, between my fantasies of Sita and the twisting fear in my stomach produced by the text. But I focused, moving before my class as I lectured on Romeo and Juliet, my pantyhose whisking. The look was so hungry that I wondered whether he could make-out the swollen cushions of my vaginal lips, or whether my sexual excitement was on display in the form of a damp patch. “Show me.”Harry gasped as I dragged the Lycra top over my head, leaving my breasts unsupported and uncovered. Somehow, I managed to resist the urge to fold my arms across them and stood with unconvincing defiance. “Nice,” Harry said, making approving noises as he mauled a breast in each hand, squeezing and pulling. Carol was moaning as she fucked Jayne back, thrusting her hips forward and taking more of the black dildo with each thrust. She pulled Jayne down for a kiss, their tongues swirling around each other and exchanging spit. she was loving this. The dildo plunged deeper into her pussy, giving her spasms of pleasure. Jayne rode her expertly, knowing when to speed up and when to slow down, rotating her movements and rubbing the sides of her pussy, creating a delicious friction. Jayne wanted Carol to.