Then a triple-take.“Is your oscilloscope broken?”Opal walked over to stand beside me. “No, it’s working fine. What makes you think it’s brok...en?”“It’s reading 20,000 volts!”“Kilovolts,” she corrected me idly.“TWENTY MILLION VOLTS ARE GOING THROUGH THESE WIRES?” My voice doubled in volume and skipped up several octaves.She giggled. Her giggle was a study in mischievous confidence. I felt like I was being drawn into a joke that only she understood. “You’re cute when you shriek.”“Ah, thanks…” I. I wasn't bold enough yet to taste her again. Taste her warm nectar. I touched it, i slid my fingers into her, curled my fingertips until i felt the rough nub of her g-spot and then, i would feel her, feel the power i had, feel her shiver and quake as she held me tighter. She groaned my name, she would giggle through her orgasms. She cooed and cried and moaned as my fingers slid into her soft moist folds. She felt like warm cake batter in my fingers and i just wanted more of it.I needed to taste. Curious, she watched as he put a couple of napkins on his desk for a moment, before placing a book next to them, and putting the napkins back.They were the same napkins she had dropped on his desk, she was sure of it. Was he trying to tell her thank you? Or perhaps that he enjoyed the show (Duh!). Smiling, feeling herself get warm remembering, she decided to keep on giving him a show, until and unless he asked her to stop. Decision made, as class began and Mr Jackson got up to lecture, she kept. "Fuck me!" she cried, "Fuck me hard, make me cum. I'm close baby, I'm close, get me off."Hank slammed into the moaning, crying woman as hard as he could. Sweat was rolling off him as he tried to do her justice. He wasn't sure he could even cum again, but pride would make him get her off. The broad was a fucking nympho for Christ's sake. She had sucked him off, gotten him hard again and fucked him and then damned if she didn't get him up and do it again - twice! He hoped to God she didn't want.