‘Try… come on…. I will help you.’ I plead.She nervously moved her hand to her pussy and started to rub herself, in time with her movements I s...arted to pump my fingers in and out of her, encouraging her,‘Come on, that’s it, play with yourself you dirty little slut, make yourself cum with your fingers.’ the more I talked dirty to her the more turned on she became.‘That’s it, harder, faster, come on, I want to watch you cum, you horny bitch!’Her fingers moved faster and faster over her clit, I. Except Melissa, she was still sitting absolutely rigid. ‘… my love for the red-haired godess will endure for all eternity.’ Audrey reached the end of the letter. She sank slowly to the floor, her eyes closed as she moaned, her gasps of breath accentuating her inability to coordinate. Silence in the classroom, apart from heavy breathing. Audrey slowly lifted her head and happened to look at Melissa. Realization dawned ‘Y…you. The red-haired…… then ….Josh… Oh..Oh…..OH.’ A gush hit the floor. I learned the language of sexting thoroughly, fast. Our phone sex became epic. Fuck, I couldn't even hike in the hills without silently "talking" to her or thinking about her, hiking with a damn fucking hardon in the woods. Suck me! Her continual evolution of attire, from "smart" to "tart" had my erotic inclinations and Irish blood worked up like a double boiler on high. She noticed what I noticed, my tastes and desires quickly emerged through my writing and she managed most adeptly to. Ben mutters, “Honey, um maybe this one isn’t the best to look at.”“Why?” Emily asks.“Well, it is a lot more taboo than what you’ve seen. It’s um, well, very upsetting to some, but to a lot of men, it’s very exciting.” Emily looks and clicks on a folder named Aimee. The folder opens and inside arepics and video clip along with chat logs and saved emails. Emily’s eyes widen as she sees pics of her school friend Aimee. Aimee is a fit blonde with blue eyes and a seemingly perfect body for her age..