I'd been fantasizing about this man ever since the first day of class and a part of me wantedhim to fantasize about me too. Another hopeful accomplish...ent, if all goes according to plan tonight. He was going think of me night after night for a very long time. I bit my lip as I watched the Professor study me for a brief moment before sliding my hands under my skirt to take on off my red lace panties. He watched in amazement as I slid the material down my slender legs and onto the floor. I. Softly, he kissed her, lightly tasting her lips over and again. Their kiss was tentative at first, and then he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue prying her mouth open. Their tongues met and danced delicately as their hands began exploring one another. Without a thought, she slid her hand to his taut ass. She heard him gasp and quickly removed it. ‘No, Melissa, it is okay. We have waited too long for this moment.’ He gently placed her hand on his ass as his moved up and down her side,. But not like you'd normally expect. Many people come back from war on edge, shell shocked. But Buster was different. My father says that when Buster returned from the war, it was if he had been given the secret to happiness.All of a sudden he was popular, well liked- the center of attention in any room. He had become a leader. People listened to him and took his advice. No one was entirely certain what he did for a living, but the money soon began rolling in. And the girls! I only knew Uncle. ‘Oh sweetie,’ he says to me, my ears absorbing the sound of his voice, locking it inside. ‘I’m still here, we still have our time, our wish.’ His hand caresses my face, touching and stroking my cheek. Opening my eyes slowly, looking into his, my own sight is blurred by my tears of sorrow, that are quickly replaced with those of relief. Reaching my hand out, I touch his jaw, smooth and soft from his shave. My fingers move into his hair, damp and soft, from his shower. ‘Don’t leave me again. I.