“Go ahead!”I switched on my desk light and angled it towards her body. There were no shadows nor places to hide now. I could see every angle, curv..., and crease. I could see the pink of Annie’s nipples against her white skin. I could see how the tips of her nipples were darker than the areola. I could follow the curve of her tits down to the curve of her hips. And between her hips, I could see her pussy that I was desperate to taste again.“OK, in this light Annie I have to say your tits look. She moans as I begin to fuck her with my fingers. First just onefinger (she is tight), then two and harder yet. She whimpers and cries.However, I continue. Picking up the smaller of the two dildos, I begin fuckingher. Short, fast, powerful strokes in her cunt. I lovewatching her lips roll in and out of her. As her lips roll in, the hood of herclit is tugged down over her clit. She has the best cunt. Always smooth. As I continue fucking her with the dildo, I pour some lubebetween her cheeks. . In my head that talk would go very differently than I imagined it would in Miss Taylor's mind. I'd definitely demand that Jessica not wear those slutty clothes. I'd make her go back to her room, take them off and fuck her silly."And the thing is," Miss Taylor continued, "It's becoming a real distraction. She spends all of her time flirting with the boys and then when I tell her to stop she gets rude and..."I stood up angrily, harshly. As I did I could see Miss Taylor gasp a little and look. The story continues… Driving over the Skyline Bridge to St. Pete seemed dangerous to me as my mind kept veering off the road and into memories of the night before. A chance meeting on the beach led to a night of amazing sex with a cock that worked the way it was supposed to and although that seemed miracle enough, I kept flashing back to the incredible amount of fun Caren and I had. A couple of times I found myself weaving on the empty span and had to pull myself together before I launched.