Making my way down I undid all of the buttons until her shirt hung open reviling to me her flat stomach and small firm breast held only by a white lac...e bra. I continued by undoing the top button of her khaki shorts followed by the zipper. A small wiggle of Jen’s hips and they dropped to the floor. Jen now took her turn. Breaking our kiss only long enough to pull my shirt up over my head before she began to work on my belt and undoing my pants which she pushed down and I promptly kicked them. If ithadn't been for the fact that there weren't that many teachers at ourcollege, I get the impression that everyone else at college would go outof their way not to be in the same room as us... And that included allthe hot guys.This didn't concern Ophelia, of course- any boy going anywhere near herwas told in no uncertain terms that she was NOT available. I didn't haveany such reservations. Then again, I didn't have any cute boys waitingin the wings... Until two days before my birthday. It was. Fortunately I was right. For the second time that day I was greeted with a lovely sight as I cleared the door to our bedroom. Both girls were kneeling on a pillow at the side of our bed, facing each other but with a conspicuous amount of space in between them. At the moment I entered they were leaning towards each other, kissing deeply and playing with each others tiny breasts. If you’ve never had the pleasure of witnessing such a moment I don’t know if anything I say to you can truly help you. Margaret!She was there in the dark watching me. Alone? Curious now and as succinctly as I could I slipped away, scaling the rope that barred my entrance. I sat beside her and she smiled, "are you alone?" I asked, and she nodded. "Your friend?" and with a wink that said so much "Sleeping!"We talked for a while, while she told me how turned on she was knowing that I was watching her, that she wanted to sample some Jamaican cock but her friend would never allow it. They were lovers, and she was a.