She had something planned, but I wasn’t too sure what it was until she noticed me staring at her. She gave me a naughty grin before spilling some of...the water on the front of her white t-shirt. “Damn, I’m so clumsy! Look at what I just did!” She said, jutting her breasts towards me to show off the transparent material that was clinging to her chest. “I guess you’re just gonna have to take it off.” “That’s the only thing I can do,” she said before taking it off, this time spilling the rest of. This is Charlotte."It was, of course, Ms. Hughes, and when she opened her mouth to speak,she tried to sound like a British Military man. Her voice was silly,but it got the idea across. "Charlotte, Charlotte. So pleased to meetsuch a pretty young lady, with staggeringly intelligent fashion sense,"Colonel Hughes motioned to the dress they'd borrowed from her. "YoungKeith and I were just in competition to see who could master thisdamnable game. With your permission, whoever gets you the best. Fortunately I had an annotated textbook from a previous student, and I could read, for heaven’s sake, even though actually reading the text was more work, leaving me with knowledge excess to the requirements to pass the course.I executed a ten-dollar bill for lunch at a nearby McDonald’s, went on to the afternoon class where I had to actually pay some attention. When I got out of class, I headed home, as in ‘where the parents live’ home.“That’s not like you to stay out two nights,” Mom. That much was plain. Everything that she did demonstrated that I could have her whenever I wanted her.“Damn, woman, you’re not kidding around here, are you?” I reacted as I rammed Emily harder on each stroke, even pulling her lovely brown hair.“Never ... I’m ... your ... slut ... forever! Always ... fucking ... yours!” Emily insisted with her breathless words making her sincerity quite clear.“Attagirl!” I slapped her tush a bit as I bottomed out inside her slippery snatch, the juices clearly.