I had the feeling that she would be one of my better students and was glad that she was to be in the first class.We returned to base after an hour and...a half and Sam was at the controls right up to the point of descent for the landing. The flight had been more typical of a training flight than a familiarization or search flight. I landed the plane and we taxied back to the flight line where I was due to pick up my second student of the morning. I was feeling so good that I didn't want to leave. I mean, Mark asked me out before I got the modern clothes, while I was still wearing the long skirts and stuff. It’s not like my clothes seemed to matter to him. I picked up some of Monica’s brand of shampoo and cream rinse, and a better brush, and finally Rachel insisted that I get some new underwear. I didn’t want the super fancy stuff, but there were these six-packs of Hanes cotton bikinis that didn’t cost much, and I did buy those. We spent a lot more than the $100 my mom gave me, but there. She laughed and threw me on to the bed.I kept lying face down on the bed, recuperating from the hard orgasm. I could feel the damp cum spot in the thong as my asshole was still convulsing from it all. And I kept hearing some rustling in the back, but I was too tired to check.After a minute, I felt her climb behind me on top of the bed. She started fondling my ass cheeks and separated them and suddenly started eating my asshole out. Her tongue was long like a gecko; thick and strong. She darted. I was trying to figure out how to get her sweat shirt off with her lying down, when she grunted and threw her legs to one side, cast included. Then she groaned and sat up, sideways. She was in good shape before the accident. She even went out running with Cindy once in a while. But she usually walked for exercise, and did yoga. She held both arms straight up and said "Pull my shirt off, please."I don't know why I was expecting her to be wearing a bra. But she wasn't. With her arms up, her.