She said she was very surprised about how good the photos were, and how good I looked naked. She said that looking through them had made her very hot.... I recall she used the words "horny" and "wet".I should explain that the photos were the best of maybe a hundred or two that I took on lunch breaks at my nearby home, using a 35mm SLR camera with a telephoto lens, and with a timer on a short setting allowing me to rush to my position before my full or partial erection subsided. Many were taken in. “Just going to use your loo” she said, loudly, without asking permission. I actually liked this about her – always doing whatever she wanted. Sure, it was rude, but that was her. As she climbed the stairs, I watched her back, legs and peachy bum moving higher as she got closer to the top. I sighed to myself and a smile appeared on my face. As she had come straight from work, she was still wearing her navy blue pants and light blue uniform top, emblazened with school logo. I filled the kettle,. "Ok well, is it ok to pull the back of your vest down then? As you aren't wearing a bra..." I then added, "I assume I mean unless it's a strapless one." Nope, no bra, and I'll pull it down but you'll just have to promise not to look, haha," she said."You can trust me, I'll behave myself," I replied.She then straightened her back and peeled the vest down exposing her back. She was doing her best to cover her boobs with her hands and forearms, but as they were so large she was squashing them so. The intense stare they shared never wavered throughout, every minuscule part of his pale blue irises becoming a most cherished memory, the feel of his hot breath on her skin enflaming her desire all the more. As his thrusts became slams against her sensitive pussy, she began to feel the pressure of an orgasm build, but the familiar sensation that grew within her brought with it a curious uniqueness which she was unable to identify. Harold must have sensed her impending climax, for he held her.