.....I need to have you in my mouth; I need to taste this sweet sensation for myself.I loose myself from your urgent hold and kiss all the way down, u...der your breasts, along your abdomen, my kisses harder now, my tongue searching for any moisture that clings to your skin, I reach your belly button, I can smell your excitement, it drives me wild, it drives me further down.Your legs now, tremble with anticipation, your knees are weak, you lean against the wall for support as my hot wet mouth. Maybe it was the teacher, or maybe the students I was learning from were better at teaching algebra on the level as I understood it. However it went, I aced the test (and improved my other homework).Shit. Who said slutty teachers fucking disinterested students was not motivational?So it was after school on Thursday when I hit the shower so early in the afternoon. As Janet phoned me on Wednesday to plan for our next "tutoring" session, she whispered, 'Take a shower and clean up everywhere, got. I was watching the TV when she came in. I noticed she had a bit of a glow about her, I'm not allowed to ask a lot of questions about where she goes or what she does . That's her private time she says. So I just asked if she had a good time ? She said she did and she sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table. Still trying to be cool I acted like I didn't notice that while she was doing that her skirt was hanging open at the bottom. From my angle I couldn't see anything but a. She sighed and shook her feet, one after the other, letting them air out.I went over to another rock, took off my own boots, and rubbed my feet.We both drank some water, and I was just getting trail mix from my backpack when I heard one set of footsteps, coming up the trail from the direction we had come.Sara tensed, and made as if to stand.“Stop!” I said, “Stay where you are, pull your t-shirt up to your waist, and open your legs wide.”She settled back, reluctantly, hiked her t-shirt up to her.