Pendant longtemps, nous sommes assis en silence. Enfin, je devais dire quelque chose."Gosh, Rachel ... je suis vraiment désolé. Je suis tellement g�...né. Vous devez penser que je suis un pervers totale. " Vous ne savez pas ce que je pense à toi."«Regardez, ne essayez pas de me faire sentir mieux," je l'ai dit chaudement. "Cela ne marchera pas." Elle ne dit rien, et tout à coup je me sentais comme un talon pour évacuer ma colère sur elle.«Je suis ... Je suis désolé. Je ne voulais pas que ça sonne. Just that tantalizingly seductive smile. God, she was a beautiful sight in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her dark patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed and I could see the dampness caused by her excitement glistening on her upper thighs. Her lush firm breasts jiggled only slightly as she stepped toward me, their prominent nipples brown and erect. She was breathing rapidly and they rose and fell with each breath. I noticed that they sagged only slightly, just enough to prove they were. His shock was near paralytic and his surprise total as he stared at his Sociology Professor. The professor smiled with renewed mischief, and gave him a naughty wink, in acknowledgment of his shock. The warmth in her mischievous smile suddenly ignited a fuse within his soul, blasting open his Pandora box of deeply hidden fantasies about mature women. As she returned her mouth to his cock, she found that his erection was twice as hard as it was before. It must have dawned on her that it was. "Alicia Jackson?" Uh, yeah?" Arden said insecurely."Oh My God!" Ginny screamed into the air. "I've got to call her!" She hung up on Arden and immediately hit Alicia's number on her speed dial. There was no answer at Alicia's and while it was ringing, Ginny's phone chirped its call waiting signal. I wondered at how bleak a life it must have been for the teenage girls of America before the introduction of speed dial and call waiting.It was Alicia on the phone when Ginny answered, again on.