She shook it off as much as she could and rubbed her chin. He probably had teachers, especially new ones, wanting to quit all the time and had learned...his own strategies in response. “Whatever,” she said. Maybe she would think it over, but not tomorrow or the next day, she would do it tonight. And with Mark. They’d talk about things over dinner and decide what would be best to do over dessert. They seemed to think best when eating, she thought and let a smile creep on her face. They’d figure it. A squeeze then another, followed by a series of lazy tugs. He is playing with... himself. Stroking himself; readying himself. And here comes the cause of his arousal. From his left - my right - through the now sparse canopy, a female approaches. She is slighter, lighter, and moves with incredible grace, leaping, swinging, crossing the treetops as though skipping across the earth. Long blonde hair flows behind her, while swollen mammaries swing and bounce softly together. Her lithe golden body. It’s not that far.”“Still, I’d rather sail upstream.”“Can you really sail upstream? I thought that you need to row or pull the boat.”Now, she laughed a bit.“The river is so wide here that you can sail upstream for several leagues. How do you think that we get the boats here from the sea?”“In fact, I haven’t thought about that. On the western coast you really can’t sail up any of the rivers, I think.”I should have thought about it, of course, since there had been boats doing the trade when I had. After looking through two more he started to open the bottom one. Stephanie felt embarrassed of what he would find. As he opened it, he felt something under the sweaters, he threw them all on the floor. Much to his surprise he saw what he never imagined he would find in Stephanies room. Especially since she was always so conservative around others. Laying there in front of him were vibrators, cat o nine tails whip, anal beads, butt plugs, handcuffs, but not like his, blindfolds, short pieces.