I remember learning all the facts Matthew and Birgit are raising. Of course, I read a lot of other stuff, but I never got in trouble for asking questi...ns.”“Science class in eighth grade?”I chuckled, “That was for correcting the teacher in class. He made so many errors I just couldn’t keep quiet. If you remember, I prevented any REAL problems by having a better than perfect grade in the class.”“Extra credit?” Birgit asked.“Yes, and perfect scores on my homework and near-perfect scores on tests. Bile rose in our throat. We tried to swallow and couldn’t. Three. You called me heart to heart. He stepped toward us, barely a hair’s breadth separated him from us. A feeling over a feeling. On our skin we felt his warmth, but inside our gut he was cold. Outside allure, within domination. Was I within or without? Four. Now it must be. He bent toward us. His lips traced paths of fire and ice over our neck. We gasped with pleasure (or disgust). Five. Our arms were paralyzed. Panic washed over us.. ... out... she could feel them stretching her, her pace getting more and more frantic... her moans getting louder and louder... but she didn't care... she wanted someone to find her finger-fucking herself in Professor J's lab. Her wish came true... right outside the lab, there was a senior watching her through the crack in the door. His cock got harder and harder in his pants and he felt rather uncomfortable. He watched as sweat trickled down her tanned belly and her head was thrown back in. The towel had fallen away, exposing my wife’s full body. Alyson’s eyes were as wide as they could be and her mouth aghast. My wife pulled Alyson towards her and began to kiss her. Slowly at first, but then with more passion. Alyson had no choice but to surrender to my wife.I came around behind Alyson and began kissing the back of her neck and ears. A loud moan escaped Alyson’s throat. I pulled the blouse off of her shoulders, fully exposing her laced bra to my wife and her gentle fingers. I.