" We taught each other."He kissed her nose. "You are an apt pupil." You are my best student."He rolled her over and balanced on his palms. "Teach me h...w to love you, here and now."She ran her fingertips across his chest, which hovered above her prone body. "Take off my panties."Jed complied, lifting her brown legs as he removed the damp fabric, but left her shirt on. His pale finger ventured along her thigh, eventually finding a home under the dark hood of her swollen clit. He dipped inside her. Michelle secretly loved getting dressed every day, finding the shortest skirt possible, and slipping it on, with no panties. She loved having to cross her legs tight at work, knowing that the useless piece of fabric she was wearing would do almost nothing to cover her pussy, and that one slip would bare her to anyone who was looking. But most of all, she loved her daily inspections with Annie.The two would carefully avoid each other every day, making sure to not seem at all connected. They. Desiree got to her feet with a jerky motion, as if someone had pulled her up by puppeteer strings. Then she turned and faced Wellington. She became motionless once again, but her eyes reflected shock. ‘Very good, dear,’ said Wellington. ‘Now, let’s give the three of you a test run, shall we, my sweets? Excellent. I am going to make you dance like the sweet flowers you are. Not only shall you dance, you shall remove your garments and allow this poor jester the vision of your bare delights.’ . They were warm colours, nature’s last hurrah before the cold really took hold. And, of course, they were like fire. Fire. She loved fire, loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making her eyes flare red and disappear into shadow. Even just a candle flame could hold her undivided attention, flickering and flaring, twisting and.