Just before hedid, Pamela thought she caught sight of tears forming in his eyes. "Mike,honey, you're beginning to scare me. Please tell me what's both...ringyou."Mike turn back to face his wife. There _were_ tears in his eyes! Theconfirmation of the tears caused Pamela's fears to increase. "Mike, I'myour wife. I love you very much and you can trust me. I won't get mad orupset if you would just please tell me what's bothering you."Mike looked into his wife's eyes and saw nothing but compassion and. They have moved to the front of the class I teach, and both of them keep giggling and eyeing me up when I am standing or sitting in front of them. They have taken to sitting with their legs apart, so I have no difficulty in seeing what colour knickers they have on. Each day they ask me if I like the colour of their panties, and for all my determination to resist them I am finding it harder and harder to do so.When I masturbate and finger my pussy, which I do every day, my thoughts have been. I unzipped his fly. He had those white underpants on that look so dumb on most guys, but looked really sexy on him. I rubbed him through his undies and at the same time I unbuttoned his shirt and found his lovely brown nipple. I was rubbing him in both places. Then I thought he would like it if I kissed him there. I know how my boobs and nips get about this point when I am with a boy, and one of the things I learned from Judy was that boys are the same way. It just that they can only think. Her eyes flew open as his scent washed over her and as her knees literally buckled beneath her, her nipples hardening, she knew exactly who it was. Lack of height restricted her view to sculpted pectorals, snugly encased in the soft black cotton of the club’s security uniform. Her gaze flew up to find his whiskey coloured eyes, above sharp cheekbones, boring into her. "Oh God," she breathed, although whether from embarrassment or instantaneous desire she didn't know. His pupils were dilated,.