"Play it," I said."We agreed to record this in case one of us died, so we would remember how much we loved each other."She played it.The next hour was...filled with pictured of us cooking together, sitting together, laughing together. The pictures became more and more sexually explicit. We had filmed ourselves necking on the sofa we were now sitting on, obviously having the camcorder on a tripod.We were shown undressing each other and caressing more and more intimately, until I was clearly. I bet you'd like to be fucked by that miss, wouldn't you. I bet you'd love that deep inside your pussy miss."I couldn't believe one of my pupils was talking to me like this, but I have to admit I was turned on by both the picture, and also by this sexy girl talking like this and her friend egging her on."He wants to fuck me miss too." said Amy. "He wants to fuck us both."Foolishly, I couldn't resist asking if Amy had also had pictures sent on her phone, and immediately she brought her own phone. I was getting frustrated sitting alone at home, so I force you for tea, please. Then I took this golden opportunity and told her what can I do for you? She laughed and understood what is in my mind. All the way we both were free in talk; I was talking naughtily as she is also free of nature. I told her, in the street, I like only you very much because of your eyes, nature and talk. Then she told me what is in your mind and I am a married women. That day was for me suddenly I told her and see. She was sitting casually on a towel in one of the wrought-iron chairs and had the thick Sunday newspaper on the table before her.“You know,” she said musingly. “If you lift your head up once in awhile, you might see more of the world around you.”I blushed and shuffled my feet, but didn’t answer her.“You walked right past me, lost in your own little world.”When I still didn’t answer, she folded the section of the paper that she’d been reading and laid it atop the rest. She stood, but I refused.