As I walked toward him, the bullet in its bag inside my purse, I still felt the vibrations inside my ass and pussy. I was extremely aroused, both that...we had fulfilled this fantasy, but also at the thought of being spanked with his belt when we got home.*At home, he told me to strip and to wait for him in the bedroom. He told me that he wanted me to read him a story. I walked, a little disoriented and confused, into the bedroom and there I saw my secret diary sitting on the bed. I had started. Nalice moved quietly back intothe room and moved a stool to the head of the bed. She sat down andcradled the sleeping woman's head between her hands.She entered the depths of the sleeping mind and sensed the disparateminds crowding together in the same space. It was time to bring themtogether as one. She passed her hands through each of the tapestries shehad woven in turn and began to choose strands from the best of each ofthem. Strands that would bind and shape. Each creating a design. It was so damn good I couldn't help myself. "Afterward, he'd pull out some grass and we'd lay there in bed and blow a joint or two. That was the best part of the whole day, laying there talking and smoking dope. He was a pretty smart dude, for a teacher." She sniggered at her own joke, then continued. "He'd always get around to screwing again, of course. On days when he was super horny, there might even be a third session. That's when he'd start showing me some off-the-wall shit right out of. More cooing sounds. I need to step up the action here so I say "Stop!" and she freezes, not knowing what I have planned. I tell her to take off her bra -- she looks me straight in the eye and again, s-l-o-w-l-y, (damn! this girl knows how to tease!) reaches behind to unhook the bra, then holds it in place while I'm just dying to see those luscious nipples. Finally, I have to reach up and move her hands. She lets the bra fall and I see The Most Perfect breasts in the world. Firm, with.