At first I was wondering why he would wink at me. Then I was wondering why I would even care. I didn't like him, and then slowly he seemed more appeal...ng. I look at his ass, or I'd raise my hand more even though I didn't know the correct answer. Then out of nowhere I started getting better grades on my home work. I would get my papers back, and I would be in shock. I'd look up at him, and be like "are you sure you graded this right?". He'd just smile at me, and move on to the next person. Then. . Oh ... Okay, we'll be there." Andrew thought he heard a sob as she slammed the phone down. Another pause and then Lucy said, "You filthy bastard, I already do."She then put down the telephone and returned to Andrew at the breakfast table. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "What have we done; you done," he corrected himself."I'm in a kind of daze," Lucy said but I have agreed to go to his offices/studio tomorrow. You know what he wants us to do." "So soon!" Andrew exclaimed. "Why did you call him a filthy. She giggled out when our hands simultaneously hit the bottle of Garnier’s Green Apple shampoo, knocking it into the far corner of the shower. “I’ll get it,” she laughed and turned to that green plastic bottle.When Cano bend over to pick up the shampoo, I couldn’t resist the incredible opportunity afforded me and reached forward to slip my right hand between her legs, and tease her engorged, fleshy pussy lips. Because I believe she saw my movements between her spread legs, Lynette hardly. She turned to smile at him, her head nestled on his shoulder like a bird in a nest. Comfortable, yet tense in a way both recognized and needed to assuage. He kissed her, a light play of lips over lips, a tentative should we do this as they continued to stroke and murmur little words that meant nothing to anyone except themselves. And when she glanced over to see if their friend was awake, she knew she was lost. Kisses became frantic, heated, a passion that neither had ever known. Touching,.