I guess we weren't friends, and more like acquaintances. Anyway, I never heard from her after college. She could have moved far away for all I knew. U...fortunately, I couldn't find her on Facebook, or anything else. I guess she may have gotten married, and changed her last name. Hell, she could have gotten plastic surgery for all I knew. Although, I knew this, I might be able to try again sixteen years ago. That's right, I have my own time machine. I knew where she was back then, so I went back. It was easy to tell that she was dreaming, and it was also obvious that it was an erotic dream. Slowly, he reached down and lightly touched her pussy, with just the tip of his finger. Gently, he rubbed up and down through her panties as she slept. The stimulation slowly crept into Marcia’s body and she began to moan softly as dreams of sexual exploits flew through her brain. She started to slowly pump her hips as he continued to softly rub. His fingers were quickly slick as she got wetter. He. In heels she was a little under his height. “Now why didn’t I ever have a teacher like you, Amanda? Christina here’s a very lucky girl.”“Do you always think in clichés, Josh?” she asked, sipping and eyeing him boldly.“Right now my mind’s full of clichés like you wouldn’t believe,” he said, making a point of staring at her tits. “I haven’t decided yet how many I’m going to act on.”She looked for a moment like she might splutter champagne over herself, only just managing to control the impulse.. "She gave him a crooked grin, and said, "There's a lot of thing my mother doesn't need to know about." Chuckling as she leaned down, grasped his head in her hands, turning his face towards hers, and stuck her tongue out as if she were about to kiss him, but instead flicked the end of his nose.He jerked his head back a little surprised, and then giggled a little before shoving her tongue into his mouth. He immediately started kissing her back, and Ginger was delighted to find that he was just as.