Kiss me again, Michael, I... that is, a woman needs those kisses. Don't stop kissing. Move from my mouth to my neck then to my breasts and back again....Yesss! I love the way you nip my nipples."She could hear her son's heavy breathing and feel her own heartbeat beginning to race as her temperature rose."Are you hot, Michael? I'm hot too, Baby. I'm ready to be touched Michael. Keep kissing me but let your hand move slowly up my leg — that's it. Now caress me through my panties, Baby. Yes! Oh,. Mrs. Carter’s voice stopped me. “Will, are you all right?” I turned and saw Mrs. Carter, now clad in a silk bathrobe, walking out of her room toward me. I mumbled that I was fine. “Sit down for a minute, won’t you?” She gestured to the sectional sofa in front of the television. “I don’t think I should… my suit is wet.” I said. She opened the hall closet and retrieved a towel. As she walked by, that floral scent hit me again and I felt my penis shift slightly. She bent over at the. It was too much, but at the same time it was too good to stop – she never wanted him to stop.This was her punishment, she was sure of it. He was trying to pleasure her until she gave out. And as much as they’d both been joking about the punishment, she couldn’t be completely sure she’d survive it. Her heart raced so quickly she felt dizzy, and she was already wrung out like a wet rag.She circled her bud once more at his urging, turned on as much by the sound of his frantic, deep voice as by his. "Leave him alone, Robbie," Gina says right afterwards. She's Robbie's girlfriend, and one of the hottest girls on campus."Okay, I'll weave the wittle ol' nerd awone for you," Robbie replied in baby talk. Why does Gina put up with such an idiot, I wonder, not for the first time.Classes seem to drag on, and my mind seems to keep going fuzzy from lack of sleep. Finally, in my last class, I can't seem to keep my eyes open, which is slightly odd, as Prof. Frankens's class is usually one of my.