Ms. Levy was very strict about Journals needing to be handed in at the beginning of class on Fridays or no credit would be given. She always handed th...m back at the beginning of class on Monday and said she held herself to the same standard as her students. I just didn’t want to disappoint her. I’d written a new story and planned to include the green folder with my Journal.Rachel found me in the cafeteria and handed me a sandwich and some chips.“I swung by your house to pick you up and your. .” “No, you’re not,” Rachel interrupted. “I was so shocked by what was happening on the sofa yesterday that I didn’t even notice that Doug was taking pictures. I am sure you didn’t notice, either.” “Shocked?” Karen asked urgently, as began to sob again. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. But, you looked so miserable on the sofa, and you looked so sexy in that La Perla underwear I had bought for you. I couldn’t control myself, so I went into the dressing room, took everything. Are you going to tongue kiss me?" She asked, trembling.I didn't answer verbally, using my mouth to kiss all around her cute pussy. She had very light brown hair, pretty thin, and lightly trimmed for a bathing suit.With a finger in her virgin pussy, (or so she assured me), and my tongue and mouth working on her lips and clit, she was soon screaming epithets in Dutch, and clamping my head between her legs.I wanted to stick my cock in her, but she wanted to go to the bathroom first, and to check. I thought to myself she must be shaved down under because of the piece of material that was barely covering her fanny was so tiny.We started to chat, and she told me how much she enjoyed dancing last night, I told her it was my pleasure.I couldn’t take my eyes off her; lucky I had on dark sunglasses to hide me staring at her fanny, unfortunately I couldn’t hide the bulge in my trunks getting bigger.After a few minutes she said could she ask me a very personal question, I told her to fire away,.