In the twist of the corkscrew I can see part ofher ear, she's wearing a wider, medium sized, silver hoop earring. Thehair twists and goes from a honey...colored brown to bright blonde. Thelast two inches of curl all blonde, the curl tightens near the end sothe new color forms a curl about the same diameter as my dick. I wanther to twist the curl around my dick like it were the barrel of acurling iron. I imagine that I would stare at the thick strand of hairwrapped around my shaft, eventually she. But that had been abstract, nothing specific. I hadn't fantasized about making love to a woman and most especially not one of my teachers. It was insane and I didn't understand exactly how this was happening. It didn't seem like it should have been. I'd been beat up and humiliated and crying and now, somehow, Ms. Hayden was kissing my injured pussy. I was panting and licking my lips and I shrugged my bra off because my nipples felt like someone was holding a match to them."Poor baby ... Poor. I allowed that it was time for me to be getting back to the hotel, I had work in the morning. So I offered to walk her to her car. The parking lot wasn’t entirely full, but most of the spots near the store were taken. She had parked towards the back of the lot, yet there were still cars around hers. The lot was pretty well lit, and I intended to simply see her to the vehicle and I’d be off. There was no way I was allowing her to simply go out there alone, call me a chauvinist or a romantic, she. She's curvy, but it's all muscle, her only fat being located in her tits, a respectable and perky C cup pair. She's a nice girl, but has an aggressive side, and enjoys trading submissive and dominant roles in the bedroom. The two of us have had playful impromptu bouts now and then, and we've both found it to be a big turn-on. I'm proud of my physical prowess, but she's no casual rival, and it's been bringing out my inner competitor. She recently told me she wanted to try planning something more.