As much as I wanted to hate all of this, I couldn’t help but be excited for what could possibly happen in the future. A smile beamed on my face. I w...lked over to where the group of students were and joined them, finally uncovering my boner. When I got to my first class, I was welcomed by a middle-aged woman whose tits were hanging low. She was Mrs. Clark, my math teacher. Everyone in class was naked. “Welcome class, today we will be learning about linear transformation…” Before she even. It was dry outside but a raw Northerly wind was blowing, one so lazy it wouldn’t go round anyone, just right through you, so Harry was pleased when the soup arrived, a spicy mulligatawny.Twinkle caught the aroma of the soup as it was carried to Harry’s table. She watched it being delivered and saw Harry break his hunk of bread, dunk it and observed Harry chew off the hot wet end. As he looked up their eyes met and Harry smiled.“That smells delicious, does it taste as good as it smells?” Twinkle. With all the fervor of a fresh convert, I wanted to get naked and just do it. The idea of rubbing my naked pussy against her thigh, kissing her tits while she squeezed my butt ... I dunno, that's the image that filled my head and it seemed to be so close. I'd even made up my mind to kiss her pussy. I'd do anything and everything she wanted. We were in love; there was nothing to be afraid of."It's okay," I promised, unsnapping my shorts. "I want to do it now."Lauren licked her lips, watching as. And nothing came out. I reached over and gently pulled the hairclip from her hair and watched it fall as it framed her face. It was a thick, copper and honey-colored, mass of waves and curls. I breathed in her coconut scent. “How often do you masturbate?” She blinked a couple of times but her expression soon softened. “Once a week. You?” “Every day. At least once. Sometimes more.” I shrugged. It really was no big deal sharing this with her. I began to nuzzle her neck. “Favorite position?” I.