'Harder' I ask again and she obliges with more power. She moves her hand again and takes my cock. 'Its getting a bit bigger now, but still not hard en...ugh for me'. She holds it and I see her judgement on her face. Is that real or part of the act? When we play these roles it is hard to tell what is real or not. 'Spit on my face' I finally beg.Emma moves her head and mouth close to mine. I can feel her warm breath. She then spits over my face. I feel her spit drop down my chin and over my eyes.. Go and sleep in our neighbor aunty’s place as she is alone there”Me: No, I will sleep here only (so that she didn’t get any doubts).Mom: no boy, please go for today since her husband is out of town. She is afraid to sleep aloneMe: ok I will go and sleep for tonight only.Mom: ok, go.I went to aunt’s home and knocked. She opened the door and was looking at me very happily and told me to come in.Me: hi aunty, have you taken your dinner?Aunty: no, going to. Had you?Me: yes, just had and came to. She extended her pink tongue and swiped it playfully over Kara’s reddened clit, making her shiver and groan. “I think she’s almost ready.”“Ready?” I asked.Linda took charge. She slipped her fingers out and got up quickly; getting back onto the bed and swinging her leg over Kara’s waist so that she was straddling the girl while facing me. Linda reached forward and hooked her arms around each of Kara’s legs - pulling them up to her chest. Kara was now open and completely exposed to my hungry. But the texts she was reading and the ones the professor suggested off the list, all seemed so sexual. In a strange way, the professors reading lists, enthusiasm, began to turn her on. Surely, the professor was interested in her, like the girls in the texts...So Mila, bored with her life in other respects, decided to play a game, to test the professor. She started wearing tighter tops, skirts that got shorter and shorter. She enjoyed lingering around after class, letting the professor talk to.