Miller said as she took off her skirt. She shook it out and hung it over the chair behind the desk. "So girls, all of that practice with your vibrator...and Ben Wa balls is about to be put to use. You'll have to do a lot of squeezing, which I don't think anybody will mind." Orgasm isn't assured this way," Mr. Hood said. "You'll have to work at it." If we won't cum this way," Anna said, raising her hand, "then why learn it?" Good question," Mrs. Miller said. She folded her blouse over her skirt. We hadn't discussed any of the typical couple topics. Did she want kids? How many? Would she take a job? What about college? Hell, she had a year of high school left, never mind college! Would she finish? (I'd vote yea, and urge college, too.) What side of the bed did she prefer? What was her favorite color, for crying out loud?All good questions, which I now hoped we would spend a lifetime answering. I had a truckload of uncertainties, but I had one certainty. I wanted this; it felt right. I. “But, I mean, are you… lively in the mornings?”Again I scrutinized her words, looking for hidden meanings and invitations.“I suppose so,” I said. “But there isn’t that much to do early on, is there?”“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Depends who you’re with. And there’s staying in bed, which can be boring, and there’s going back to bed.”Penny’s thighs parted briefly at these words and I was caught off guard, confused, wondering if I was imagining it. If this had happened in the evening its meaning. She was sitting on the edge of her huge wooden desk when I came into her office and she pointed me to the low stool directly in front of her. I sat down and looked up at her and saw her push her sexy glasses back on her tiny upturned nose and she put one foot on bench right next to me. Too late, I saw the trap of her black silk French undies and her nylons that were attached to them with the sexy garters nurses used to wear back when I was a kid and far too young to get a kick from looking at.