The double stimulation has you on the brink of climax, though it’s 7:30am and I only have 10 minutes to get out the door and to class before I’m l...te. I smirk and tell you, ‘Patience is a virtue.’ You let out an extended moan, spank me and in a still tired voice, say, ‘You’re the worst in the best way possible.’ I swiftly get dressed and make my way out the door, while you lay in bed wishing you could fuck me, rather than sleeping until you have to get ready for class. Unlike other Friday’s,. Barbara made coffee and she's waiting on us. So hurry up."Then she added, as she walked out of the room, "You can play withyourself later." I blushed again.I stood up as soon as she had left and towelled myself dry. I walked tothe chair, slipped my feet into the tiny shoes with the two inch heelsand put on the robe. When I left the safety of the bedroom and passedthe wall mirrors in the upstairs hallway I came to a halt. The pinkbathrobe was practically transparent. I couldn't go down stairs. If you notice anything glaringly incorrect let me know and I'll fix it.As I began writing this story I found that it really seemed to lend itself to the idea of playing out as a game like the old Fighting Fantasy books I remember from my childhood. Rather than rolling dice to determine the outcome of a battle or puzzle (I quickly stopped rolling the dice anyway in the old days - who wants to end the story just because you roll a double 1 when fighting some minion an hour into reading?) I. Quickly, she moved her wandering hand down to her mound, where she felt herself slowly. First, she took her index finger and ran it leisurely between her slit and up over her clit. Soon she began using all of her fingers and her palm to rub and tickle herself between her legs and thighs. She began throbbing with desire. Sliding her leg across the soft fabric and thrusting her hips and bottom into a new position caused her to become so aroused that her flower muscles quenched together, causing.