Fuck!,” Coral whispered to the writhing figure. “I am going to fuck you so much. I WANT to fuck you so much!”Anabelle writhed as the finger pl...nged in and out lifting her to a plane she hadn’t reached for a long while. The pleasure of an orgasm stimulated by a lover rather than by yourself. The thrill of being used. The excitement of the illicitness. She was the teacher for God’s sake and it was her pupil who was lifting her to a plane of pleasure she’d not reached for many years.She. "Was that Maybe?" I asked."Yes," he replied."Why maybe?" I asked."No piss. No scat. No whip," he said, struggling to say the wordsclearly."Understood. How about licking me?" I asked."Yes, fun," he said."Nipples? Cock? Ass? Feet?" I asked."Yes. Yes. No. S'ok," he said."What if I wanted to ride your cock?" I asked."Yes," he said."What if I commanded you to keep your erection up, but didn't touch you?Could you do that?" I asked."Yes," he said."How long?" I asked."H'r," he replied."If you keep it. I lifted my head to look out at the crepe myrtle bushes, which were just beginning to blossom with their vibrant colors. Crepe myrtle is so beautiful, and the many colors, from white to purple to red to blue, give such a variety of choices. After a while, I became drowsy and soon drifted off, dreaming of Karen more than anything else. I knew that I would have to face up to my strange attraction to her. Her beauty (She looks JUST like Nicole Kidman!) and her shapely body were a totally new. For a moment, she almost felt a twinge of jealousy. ‘This lamp is pretty remarkable,’ he mumbled, indicating a vivid orange lamp with a beaded curtain of fringe that stood at one end of the couch. He touched the beads with a tentative hand. ‘What’s that?’ ‘Just commenting on this lamp. It’s great.’ He turned to face her. ‘Sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a woman’s place decorated in a way I actually liked. If you don’t mind me saying so.’ ‘Not at all. I think that lamp is pretty.