She made hand gestures as if to fend me off, and I occasionally reached out, guiding her from side to side so as to prevent her landing in the middle ...f some family’s picnic. Reaching our towels, I grabbed hers, and wrapped her in it. I wrapped her in my arms, rubbing her dry, and basking in her warmth.She snaked an arm from her coverings, and held me at arm’s length. “We need to go home. I have something there, that I want to show you.”I reached for my own towel, leisurely drying my self.. I got out my paddle and pounded her in the ass. Wack, wack. I could sense that it hurt her. "Would you like to try my cock again, doing it right this time?" I said. She agreed. I let her sit at the edge of the bed. She put her hands up to jerk my dick but I pushed them away. I grabbed her by the back of the hand, forcefully, and steered my cock into her mouth. I moved it from side to side, over her teeth and into her cheek. I told her to wet it quickly or I'd spank her. She entrenched my cock. But the texts she was reading and the ones the professor suggested off the list, all seemed so sexual. In a strange way, the professors reading lists, enthusiasm, began to turn her on. Surely, the professor was interested in her, like the girls in the texts...So Mila, bored with her life in other respects, decided to play a game, to test the professor. She started wearing tighter tops, skirts that got shorter and shorter. She enjoyed lingering around after class, letting the professor talk to. Bobby lived about a half-mile from me, but it was like crossing the border. The hip, young, and pretty gave way to old, tired and downtrodden. Where there was a new coffee shop going up on every corner in my district, in this one some old Korean guy owned the local grocery. The place usually got by through the alcohol sales – legal and illicit. But Bobby was happy. That’s what he told me when he invited me over to meet his family. And it was a good, even great, reunion. His wife Heather was.