He moved closer and placed the buzzing tip against Mrs. Fargo’s breast, on her nipple. Amber gasped and excitement burst alive in her. She had forgo...ten she had the dildo, and she never expected Bobby to be using it on her. Or that it would feel so delightful if he did. A moan escaped her lips and she leaned back against Bobby’s warm flesh. She began to feel mushy inside as the young man moved the device from one breast to the other. ‘Let’s…let’s go over to…to the bed,’ Amber stammered. She was. My parents are doing some church thing and, for once, aren’t dragging me along. Will’s ref’ing a kids’ soccer tournament all day. So I’m free. What do you want to do?” “Dance for you,” she said quietly. We kissed one more time and then I left, my mind reeling with the thought of what might be in store. The next day, I walked up to the condo complex where Mandy had told me to meet her. I was a bundle of nerves, unsure of what was coming and excited by fantasies about what my friend’s sister. “She’s hot.”I glanced. “My brother’s sex slave?” I asked, shaking my head. “He fucks her so much, I bet her pussy is always filled with his cum.”“Yummy,” Ji-Yun said. “Doesn’t that sound hot? Eating a girl’s pussy filled with your brother’s cum? Incest is so hot.”I blinked at that. Incest? I hadn’t mentioned that. I hadn’t even told her about how my mother now wakes me up in the morning. So if I hadn’t turned my friend on to incest, she already found it hot. Interesting. “But I don’t want to. How about the rest of you?" I realized that I'd been used to get the class into the appropriate mood. I'd never thought about teaching method. This was a style as good as telling stories, drawing from the group rather than talking to the group. Really interesting.Several of my classmates had jumped onto the notion of using literature. One wanted to write about 20th century black poets in the US. He named Langston Hughes and quoted "Dreams"Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a.