It wasn't easy, because my distractions, while somewhat less than they were before, still prevented me from really listening to her lectures. Those di...tractions could be easily contacted on one hand -- her two boobs, her great ass, her beautiful face, and her cunt. I still daydreamed all the time, except now it had the added detail of real, live experience.We had a test yesterday, the first since our encounter in the classroom, and the exam results were being handed out. Ms. Malone was walking. I was embarrassed and ashamed at what happened, but it really sparked a desire that I had never felt before.I realized that I was slowly rubbing my nipple on the edge of the table as I leaned forward to eat. I let my hand drop to my lap and stroked my pussy. It was sore, but wet. Why was I wet again? Where did these feelings come from? Why did I keep thinking about the men and women that had used and abused me last night? Why did it turn me on?I cleaned up the dishes and sat on the couch with. In fact, if that would have been the case, he could have taken care of the problem last night or at least this morning and we wouldnt be having this conversation. I just couldnt leave him like this, I felt bad for him, but I felt even worst knowing that it was mostly my fault. So, I slowly reached down and wrapped my hand around it in one motion. He just grabbed my wrist and said: What are you doing? You cant touch me there! Well, youre not going to do it and I cant leave you like this,. They were so embarrassed by what they did, they could not look at each other without turning red.After dinner, as it began to get dark, they all took their place under the shelter. It was a warm night, a gently breeze ruffling the leaves around them as they fell asleep to the soothing sounds of the ocean waves and the fire crackling next to them.It was after midnight when the wind began to howl, and the weather took a turn for the worse. They did not have serious rain for over a week, yet in a.