Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing againstmy chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I shiver, and wesmile. You pull...my T-shirt out of my Levi's and pull it over my head.Enjoying the feeling of our hands on our backs, we press close again,your breasts flattening against my chest. We kiss, not hesitating, ourtongues greeting each other like two old friends. Your pelvis pressesmine again, but with a difference... it encounters my stiffeningpenis. You chuckle. Majgen, however, had no conscious thought of the Femaron uniforms as distasteful, to her they were simply intimidating. ‘This is the student we told you about, Femaron Baglian, Majgen Rahan is her name.’ Femaron Kradi’s words were directed at the mentarion she had never met. The others knew who she was. All teachers at the Mentariata knew who she was. Out of more than two thousand she was probably the only student whom every single teacher could recognise by appearance as well as mental sense. Of that I was sure. At least of my love for him I was sure… Many things occurred in the passing time. We saw each other two or three times in the following week, like a real couple, like we were dating. No more than that because Owen disappeared frequently and, as I already knew, it wasnt a good idea for me to even ask what he was doing. But every time we saw each other, even in our short dates, sparks flew between us and it always ended up in that little game of ours, he practically raping me,. Lying between Sam’s legs, Tim could feel her move her hips when he started to suck on her right breast. The more he sucked on her beautiful mounds, the more she gyrated. Her breaths were coming out in gasps, punctuated with low moans. He decided it was time to move on, to test the waters, so they say. With a final kiss to both nipples, Tim got up and pulled off his tee shirt. His eyes never left the nubile beauty. He leaned over and grasped the sides of her black bikini panties. Sam raised her.