Looking back down, he punched a couple spots on the once again exposed device on his arm. Having no clue how long it would take, he steeled himself fo... the journey he was about to undertake.Throwing the door open, he dashed out, running across the muddy field streaked with streaming rivulets of rainwater. His feet slipped and slid in the mud tearing the plants up as he went. They would have no trouble tracking his movements, even if the rain washed away his footprints. He headed into the middle. Jamie took out the recipe and started to read each line from the beginning but Emma dumped all the chocolate and all the butter in a sauce pan and put it on the stove. He shook his head at the disorganization but knew he couldn’t control Emma when she had her mind set on something. She stirred the dark mixture while Jamie measured out the flour, baking soda, salt and sugar and greased the cake molds. Jamie watched Emma melting the chocolate and found it very erotic. She was relaxed but focused. Before I can say or do anything the barmen start to gently kiss her neck under the left ear,she immediately bend her head towards the left shoulder to deny him access to a most sensitive spot in the meanwhile the waiter sitting in front wrap his hand around the back of her left knee,claim the leg and looking at me with a smirk says''STOCKINGS''I can see against the light his fondling Adreas inner thighs, up and down from the knee to the panties and around the naked skin above the garter.I beg. She waited until all her students answered, and then said they were all wrong. ‘English is the un-chaining of your soul, the outpouring of emotion and the orgasm of creativity.’ The class smirked and was intrigued…never before had any of the college sophomores heard about something as simple as a language be talked about in such a frank manner. She continued on with the introduction in the same manner, taking on the art with abstract thinking, all the students paying close attention. The class.