So I get her drunk, kick their asses and get away with it.Me: That’s devious.Abigail: She can’t send letters or anything! What’s she going to sa...? Abigail got into a fight and I didn’t do anything about it because I was drunk in the woods? So I win. Again!Me: I have to admit. It’s not a bad plan.Abigail: Thank you!Teacher: Do you know what Eve said?Me: What?Teacher: That you get drunk fast. Hahaha!Me: Did she? She’s a liar.Abigail: I don’t know about that. She might be right.Eve: Admit it!. My nipples stay rock hard the entire time he’s here. I never knew I was such an exhibitionist but it really turns me on to have my young nephew staring at my half-naked body. ‘D-d-d-deal!’ he cries and continues to stutter occasionally throughout the rest of our Wednesday session. Thursday afternoon, he surprises me by bringing a kitchen timer from his house. ‘I’m going to set this for thirty minutes,’ he smiles. ‘And every time I stutter I’m going to reset it.’ He pushes the buttons and puts. She moves her hands to his hair. He pulls his mouth off her and slaps her pussy. She cries out at the instant pain and pleasure that runs through her. "You moved your hands," he says, as his tongue finds her again. He pushes two fingers into her ass, and his tongue moves faster over her clit. Her breath speeds up; she can feel the orgasm beginning to build. Pulling his fingers out of her, kissing her pussy a final time, he stands up. His hands roughly fly over her body and spin her around. He. She latched the door behind her, pulled up the hem of her dress and hooked her thumbs over the top edge of the elastic band of her skimpy panties. She paused as second thoughts raced through her body. With a deep breath she called on her reserves of will. Before her mind could offer a counter-argument, she was stepping out of her silk thong. She squeezed them into a small wad within her left hand. She pushed open the door and stepped back into the main chamber of the room. The stranger was.