Nick stared at me for a long time, his eyes drinking in my body from my face all the way down to my toes, savoring it, a mischievous smile on his face... I crawled into bed with him and he knotted his fingers into my hair, rolled over on top of me, and kissed me. It was a hot and passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth hungrily. Every few seconds he'd pull away slightly them come back with even more fire. He could have broken the kiss to slip the shirt over my head, but instead he. We really need to get on. I want you to turn to chapter 11 in your calculus book..." I looked up and stopped, aghast at what I could see. "Brigitte what are you doing?"Brigitte, who had already walked in with her top two blouse buttons undone, had decided to unfasten another, revealing a remarkably deep creamy freckled cleavage ensconced in an elaborate white bra."Oh it's so hot, Sir. I need to get some air," she whined."Please, Brigitte you have to do your blouse back up! What if someone came. " she sighed. "Raoul, that dirty old man, thinks I'm scared of black dicks... he should have seen me at senior prom...!" She started to get aroused, and rub her fingers between her legs. She began to masturbate, moaning as she fantasized about being gangbanged. "Uh... uh... Fuck me, you nih-nih-GUH!"Bria yelped as she orgasmed, bent over and shuddering with delight. She threw her head back and bit her lip, when she noticed a figure standing outside the window directly in front of her. Her blue. "Amanda snorted, "Someone get Florence Nightingale out of here before I sic my cook on her. Cookie hates idiots."The cook came out of the house. "I also hate the name 'Cookie" if you please. Lunch is ready." She turned and went back inside.Amanda laughed, "Uh yeah. I don't want to get her mad at me."The uniformed cops took the three relatively uninjured intruders away. The paramedics left with their patients, the intruder and the wounded guard. The detective took statements from Amanda, Billy,.