She gasped again, her legs opening wider as her knees buckled slightly. I stroked my finger over her wetness, sliding up to press against her clit thr...ugh her panties, then down over her wet lips. "Please," she gasped, "Yes, there, right there." Then, as I slid her thong to one side, and dipped the tip of my finger into her, she moaned loudly. "Oh yes, but it inside me. Finger me!"I pulled back from her, looking her in the eyes, both of us breathing heavily. "I want to taste you," I said, "I. I was a good girl and did exactly what Mom told me. Kind of like throwing a bloody piece of meat in the water to divert the sharks.I got a call from Sandy's mother, demanding to talk to Mom. I told her Mom wasn't available but I'd be happy to take a message. She was mad at me because of all the calls. Sandy had left as soon as the phone started ringing at her house. She also wanted to know the true story. I told her she should listen in when her daughter was on the phone if she wanted to know. Let me tell you about Amya Yoshida, one of my history professors. She was a stunning beautiful Japanese woman. About 5 foot, slim body that’s to die for, and the warmest personality anyone could ask for. I met her on my first day of college. She was my Introduction to World History professor. For once I actually found history to be enjoyable. She just didn’t stand up there lecturing she had use read different material participate in group activities, write papers, everything that my high school. "Lord Hightower the almighty?" An image of the powerful figure he perceived himself as materialized in the air next to us; his face blurred out, his body strong, fit, and lean; his manhood hanging halfway to his knees."No," I said, and the image began to change, shrinking slightly, the face coming out from behind the emptiness that had been hiding it, the muscles softening and the body rounding out with fat; the over-sized ego stick between his legs dwindling to a more appropriate size. "The.