“It was very good Jane.” Carol glances to Erin over her shoulder then smiles at their student. “You’re free to go. We’ll post your grade by ...he end of the day.” She smirks deviously when the brunette’s smile falls. “I, um, right. I should go.” Jane stands up with her eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. She assumed the older women would be interested in fucking her next but she suposses that wasn’t their deal. Erin narrows her eyes at the blonde and grabs Jane’s wrist when she starts. I remembered how crazy she got with the little bit of ass play I had done before so with one hand I started spanking her. She could barely respond but when she did she simply said, “Harder.” Who was I to say no? I gave her three more good spankings which were hard to aim because of how fast she was bouncing, but then I got a good grip on her ass and slid my right hand down and put one finger in her ass. That was it with that she had a massive orgasm. She went so crazy I had to keep my left hand. I see nothing, it is just black ink smeared onto a white index card, nothing more than that. People always want to make more out of things when really less is best. I look out of the broken back porch door, into the small yard and alley way where honey suckles grow wild and taste better than white sugar. The bathtub sits in the yard filled with brown water and algae. Goldfish swim in that porcelain pond. In the bathroom upstairs half the wall is gone. I see the innards of housing, two by fours. I decide that I do. The whole time I am there I get the feeling that you are really looking at me and when I am applying for the card you seem to be staring at what I am writing. But I figure you are just being helpful. I shake your hand tell you it's a pleasure and leave.I go home and I am trying all my stuff on and I keep thinking I feel somebody watching me. So I go to the window and look around. I don't see anybody. I continue to try stuff on. I feel rather turned on and decide I will play.