A young beautiful teacher in the town school. She had chocolate brown hair with soft curls that gently draped her shoulders; soft, warm brown eyes. So...t, blush lips that almost resembled a heart. She loved her job, working with children and teaching them all they needed to know in life. But she felt like something was missing. All her life, she worked hard because her family told her that in order to be happy in life; you need to work for it. So she put all of her wants and desires aside, and. Although it had been several years since his last visit, this place was where he had often come at turning points in his life. It was a place that filled him with a sense of clarity at times when his situation offered none.He had first found himself gazing out across these same rooftops through teary, adolescent eyes, driven there by the hurtful words of his father. With the grass between his fingers, his sobs had subsided and his fury turned to compassion. Since that evening, no other place. I said…”Wow Brea, why didn’t you say something”? She said she’d never been with a girl before and she was too nervous. I hugged her, kissed her and smacked her on the butt and told her ‘bad girl”. She laughed! I told her she should come for a visit and spend some time with me at my house. She said she’d love to. After she went home, our communication picked up. She told me that she was free to come visit this past weekend if I was available, and I quickly said…”YES”. So we made our plans and. My nipples are pebble hard and throbbing in time with my clit. Since my panties were abandoned in my room, my juicy slit is weeping huge tears of milky cream. My free hand slips between my drenched thighs; using my fingers to probe my cunt. All the while wishing it was you, instead of me. My thumb circles and flicks my clit in the same rapid pace that you're using on your cock. Everything else in the world fades, as our hands move faster. Only our pleasure matters; the sheer lust of the.