I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about him. I thought about the things we had done together. We had explored each other's bodi...es so much that I knew every part of him. I knew what he liked and what he didn't. I knew what made him moan... I suddenly realised I was playing with myself. I decided to carry on. I licked my fingers and began to rub my clit again, thinking about him. We had acted out our fantasies, he was my teacher and I was his naughty student. He would smack. It was agreed that we would get dressed and go to breakfast.When I went to the bathroom in my room, Juanita followed me and asked, "Can I help you? I know you can't wash yourself very well, and you might have trouble balancing on one foot while taking a shower. Please, let me help."The voluptuous Juanita did help me shower and get clean. I helped her wash up as much as I could. She did remind me that the sight of a lovely lady stimulated me. She sure could stimulate me too. When we were clean,. ” Her eye then looked down to where Amanda was coaxing my cock back to life and a small smile curled at the corner of Melissa’s lips. I was just on the edge of feeling embarrassed when I saw her pink tongue push open her lips and wet them in an oh so seductive manner, looking up at my face to ensure that her intent was not missed, before staring openly at my exposed manhood. I heard Amanda mumble and could almost imagine her coy smile as she said, “I told you they were beautiful.” Looking. But I remembered Bridgett's words -- "She's a woman, don't kid yourself..."She was. A beautiful, and virginal, and eager... woman.I lowered her onto her bed and she dutifully opened her legs for me. My white skin, my pink, erect organ hovering over her, contrasted with her blackness and with the sparse growth of tight, curly hair on her pussy.At the last possible moment, I remembered the condom. Geneva watched, with frank curiosity, as I put it on. I was very worried that I hadn't given enough.