Of course, I adore voices so that’s probably part of it. And I never sat still as a child long enough to finish any one book in multiple sittings ...o it’s ironic that I love to be read to now. So, does that answer your question?” Alice retorted with her sensual, lyrical voice that held a tone of amusement. Smiling at her briefly before he put his eyes back on the road, “Yes, it does. And I write some boring stuff, but my passion is erotica. Maybe I’ll get a chance to read you some. I reached up and gently ran my hands up and down her sides, feeling her shape under my fingertips and she continued to just stand there and finger herself quietly. I gently massaged her breasts with the palm of my hand. I slipped my hand alongside of hers in her crotch and felt her wetness and her finger remained inside her own pussy moving. I pushed my finger in her pussy next to hers and pressed my thumb to her clitoris from the outside and my finger against the top of her pussy from inside,. But the school board voted against me.Over the next two weeks. Joy was the same student in my class, as she was the first day. Making loud noises. Being disrupted. Always late for class. Never turning her school work in. I finally moved her to the front row. But then I was constantly checking her out, during class. My wondering eyes never left her chest or big ass. My love of voluptuous women was making me take cold showers at night and before school.Finally Friday rolled around. Monday was a. The veil closed and I opened my eyes to see the ordinary world again, but differently.“We better hit the road back to the lodge,” I urged Steve to follow me. “I still want lunch and not be lunch.” The danger of being naked and vulnerable in the bush made me feel alive and part of the cycle of life. I was horny again and needed Steve between my legs. I had to settle for a wet pussy with puffy aroused lips.What just happened to me and why? “Sandy changed the way we live in the Lifestyle here,” I.