She walks up the stairs, I hear the shower turn on but I don't hear the door shut, maybe I just missed it or its just a quite one. A few minutes pass ...nd I hear the shower stop and then a call from down the hall, "can you bring me a towel, I seem to have forgotten to bring one in with me and im all wet, I don't want to get cold, its just on the Bannister". I walk up the stairs, find the towel, turn to face the door and she is stood at the door way completely naked, soaking wet and shiny. I lose. But he didn't. i continued this patter for the next couple weeks and at that point my drawings had become very intimate. i flipped through them feeling my cock become raging hard. "Chris" i heard him call. i quickly closed the book not wanting him to see what i had drawn. "yes Professor" he glared "come here." i began to walk over there when he stopped me "with the book that has had you so distracted. I am sick of you not paying attention therefor i will confiscate the distraction and you have. . she pulled them down.She felt herself again. Her crotch was slick.And she had to touch it. Had to rub it. She really was a bad girl, she knew now, bad bad bad. She rested her palm at the top, let a finger slip between ... Oh! Her hand startled away; it had found a spot of untouchable tenderness. But rubbing around it was good. And beneath it ... she slipped into herself, and the ache intensified and sweetened.She WAS a bad girl. A little bit of pride flickered in her heart. Touching herself. Aur aunty samaj gayi ke koi aur bat hai. Unhone mujhe pucha ke kya hai kuch batana chahte ho. To maine himmat jutai aur unse kaha ke aunty mujhe jyada tar aunties bahot pasand hai. Aur ye kehne ke bad he aunty jor se hasne lagi. Aur kaha ke woh to mujhe pehle se he pata chal gaya.Jis tarah se tu mujhe ghurta hai. Main sharminda ho gaya aur kaha sorry aunty aur age se aise nahi karunga. To unhone kaha ke sorry kyu? Balki mujhe to acha lagta hai ke jiss tarah se tu mujhe dekhta hai. Main puri.