She has great tits with gloriously prominent nipples that I would dearly love to touch and pinch.Other than my love of my mom, I also love art. My art...teacher at school is always congratulating me. This means that the other kids hate me, but I don't care, I going to do art when I get to college. All I need to do now is to come up with a portrait to add to my portfolio for my finals. I'm hoping that I can get mom to sit for me. Firstly because I don't like the model at school, but mainly because. I then remove my panties, revealing my shaved pussy. Wearing nothing but my bra, I awkwardly reposition myself on the bed. Dr. Adams shamelessly ogles my body and I blush profusely. There was a sinister air to those glaring eyes. I really think I should stop this now, but how? Dr. Adams gently places his hands on my legs and spreads them apart. I close my eyes and just hope this will be over soon. He sweeps his fingertips up my inner thigh until they reach my pussy. Gently probing his fingers. " Hey girl, I'm glad your here; I hoped to see you. But I never seen you like this. "Me" Well I felt like dressing up! I am having fun tonight. "My confidence was growing, he moved in closer to me. " never seen you here without your guy. "As he took my ID and scanned it. I could smell his cologne, it did something to me. I'm not used to the female hormones or emotions. I had butterflies swimming in my stomach. I ramped up my courage. Me" hey you smoke right? "Him" I work here I better smoke.. Constructive criticism is welcome. I know there are issues with grammar. It is an important part of writing, but for this piece, I tried to concentrate more on the story. This story is meant to read like a memory, so it does switch back and forth to someone telling a story and being in the story, hopefully it is clear. You may or may not notice that I didn’t include any physical descriptions. The stories I tend to like are vague on this, so you can imagine what you want these people to look.