Her figure was trim and nicely rounded in all the right places and her skirts and pants never hid those facts. She had one of the nicest asses I've ev...r seen on a babe.As a naive teenager, I didn't recognize that an adult woman could actually be flaunting her sexy body on purpose in front of her students. But one day I actually got a view of Miss Wilson's bikini panties (they were pink) up underneath her skirt and the way she was sitting, there was no way it could have been accidental. No, Miss. He sounded like a Dominant, but she wasn't sure. He hadn't said it straight out. Reading the bio again, she caught the words, 'willing to please me'.Ahh, she thought, a light switching on in her brain. So he IS a Dominant. It was exciting to have a Dominant so close by. And scary.No it's not, she thought, clicking his bio page closed, revealing the page underneath listing his stories. I'm safe. I'm anonymous.She started at the top of the page and read eight stories that night. By the fourth. With Billy's help, the repairs were made to the milking barn, the storage barn and the house. The root cellar was enlarged and James added new shelves.The days were long, but they worked well together side by side. At night, they came together with passion that threatened to explode into a firestorm with each orgasm. They still met in the barn nightly. The single lamp casting shadows on the walls from two bodies entwined. Leanna had discovered the depth of sexual release that few women would. As the kiss intensified, both of them moved their hands down between each other, each easing their hips back to give room. Alia cupped Sia’s pussy and, at the feel of her downy pubes and sexy mons, she trembled. What was it about an adolescent pubis that excited her so?Sia’s heart beat faster, her fingers combing through Alia’s silky soft pubes, her lush pussy, finding warmth and moisture below.Kissing each other deeper, breathing faster, both fondled each other, one with experience, the other.