She found the late afternoon sun pleasing and lingered over her hair. It was ordained by the Prophet that over clothes need not be worn during washing... as long as one was in the washing area of course. She carefully checked the area with her eyes and then quickly unlaced the vest. The laces on the drawers were next and it was for just a moment as she dried her self that she was completely nude. She didn't like being nude and hurried back into fresh under garments and then her uniform. For the briefest of moments, I saw kneeling before me a student – one of my students – who represented the destruction of the life and the reputation I had built for myself at the university. For the briefest of moments, I saw kneeling before me a threat – a beautiful threat, similar to a fabled siren, but a threat nonetheless… a threat with unfabled consequences which would utterly ruin me. Yet I was too far gone to care. Nudging Rose’s head away, I knelt before her, and as she gulped as. She caught it, not saying a word, just staring at me. I hoped it was appreciative, but it was hard to tell.Finally, I put my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and once again turning round with my back to her, moving my behind side to side, I slowly slid them down. Once I’d shaken them off my feet, I spread my legs slightly and bent down and rested my hands on my knees, wantonly showing myself off to her.I was about to straighten up and turn around when I felt a hand on my behind and Marie. A sudden surge of guilt roused Donna from her lustful surrender. She knew that if she didn't get away from her handsome young son in the next few seconds, she'd lose her self-control completely. The consequences of that could be disastrous for them both. With every ounce of willpower, Donna wrenched her face away from her son's. "Matt, this is totally wrong. We mustn't do this", she stammered. "How come?" he grinned. "Because it's i****t? I just studied that in college, in an anthropology.