"Whatever," she said as I followed her back toward the kitchen of her cheap, untidy apartment.Her place, and its occupant, were perfect examples of Je...ry Springer America--the apartment dominated by a TV, food plates sitting straight on the roughly upholstered couch, beer cans and one of the Left Behind novels visible just under it. While she--how may I describe her loveliness? Fat ass in a too-tight pair of white shorts leading down think trunk-like thighs to bare feet, sloping breasts hanging. “See something you like little bro”, Sara asked?I sat there dumbfounded. “Well I certainly do” she admitted. Then I watched as she moved her hand and squeezed my cock through the towel.I couldn’t help myself as I let out a light moan.Sara then removed the towel and wrapped her hand around my shaft.As she slowly stroked it up and down she said, “It looks much bigger in the light.”It took a minute for it to register that she was talking about the party the other night.“Do you want to see me. .."Without really knowing why, Arya's began to slowly loosen its grip from her breasts. The Hound's eyes widened, his heart raced, and his cock began to throb. Strangely to Arya, the feeling of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach creeped up. Was she enjoying this? She wondered. She hated the Hound. But in another part of her mind, she loved the notion of him being excited at the sight of her half naked body exposed to his eyes..."You've grown, girl." You're growing right now, aren't. Emma was smirking as she watched the realisation spread across the teacher’s face. “Just like you do at college, Hickson,” Emma said sternly. “Yes Miss Emma,” Mr. Hickson found himself saying. He was quickly finding out just how strict the sixteen-year-old was. The next moment Mr. Hickson gasped as Emma’s open palm smacked down hard on the back of his leg. A second smack quickly followed and that drew a louder gasp from the hapless teacher and the third smack drew an even louder gasp. “Go and.