Oh, please, God no.Throwing her in a room with him, while her panties were soaked through and her thoughts were drifting, was like throwing chocolate ...ake in front of a dieting woman. Too delicious to taste, too forbidden to touch.Ugh, why did she always get herself into these situations?But his point was made, and she forced herself to pay attention for the rest of the hour as he discussed their most recent expositions of Shakespeare.The bell finally rang and the class filed out pretty. He spotted me watching him and started to walk over toward me. Oh dear, now I was in for it. He was an ex-army guy or something and still had the body. His arms swayed back and forth held out from his sides by bulging muscles. ‘Do you need a lift?’ He looked down at my suitcase. ‘We’re headed for the airport too. We could squeeze you in.’ ‘Thanks but I’m waiting for the shuttle.’ I replied politely. ‘Oh, that thing is always running late because of the road construction. You should come with. I can remember when you were younger, always intrigued at the size of Mommy's big boobs."I was somewhat embarrassed hearing her talk like this but my dick kept growing... and she noticed. "I've seen you jerk off Kyle. Moaning my name while you look at pictures of me." she rubbed my print, "I saw the bikini picture you have of me on your phone. I loved knowing someone still found me attractive.”Hearing me liking the sensations from her rubbing the sensitive area, she reached farther up stroking. “It’s not the sort of thing I expected to see first thing in the morning. I feel a bit overdressed” “You can get undressed if it will make you feel better.” Sara said to her with a wink. Kylie put her hand up and replied, “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m okay thanks.”“Come sit,” Sara said patting a space next to her on the bed, “And tell us everything. My husband thinks he’s got a plan to get your paintings back but we need to know everything about them, the house where your stepfather.