" A look of alarm flashes across his face and his eyes cast downward. "I'm sorry Dean Chandler, but I don't think they are that important" he sasses... "Are you challenging my authority Professor PSR?" I say menacingly. For a moment he looks like he's going to rebel, but then he looks down and says, "No Mam." "Good, now go get that yard stick from the blackboard and let's get down to it." I state. Obediently, he goes to get the yardstick and hands it to me. "Good, now pull down your pants. The man... no boy, he, she could now make out... momentarily paused in his task of pulling on a brief pair of black Jockey shorts to look at her, and kept His eyes on her body as she dropped the skirt and stepped out of it to reveal her long, slim-waisted and voluptuously curved breasts and ass in the tight-clinging blue bodystocking. She'd noticed a Jot of crap on the floor, litter, paper, bits of broken plastic wine-glasses, and decided to keep her black boots on. When she left the room she. He turns on his side towards her and strokes her back tenderly. Her back is so soft it draws the very best efforts from his fingertips. He traces her spine up and down, memorising the feel of it. Gradually he hears her breaths become heavier as her arousal grows. Arousal born from purely physical and not the desire she’s supposed to feel. He moves behind her now and pulls down the covers. He silently takes in the sight of her and she feels his hard cock against her backside as he moves in to. His fingers navigated underneath the black fabric there and foundthe soft flesh of his upper thigh. He stroked his skin, moving hisfingers upward, further under the skirt, toward the edging of his lacyblack thong. He slid his index finger beneath the fabric and encounteredhis new genitals again, brushing lightly over his labia while imagesflashed through his head: naked Amber, naked Lola, naked Jackson, nakedZoe... naked Connie Giordano. He wished desperately that he still had apenis, that he.