. If you brought it home with you where is it?"Anne slid farther up on my chest so that her legs were on either side of my head and her crotch was jus...t a few inches from my face. Then she said, "I have it right here" and pointed at her panty covered pussy. Suddenly I became aware of three things although I couldn't immediately understand their meaning. First I noticed that the crotch of Anne's panties appeared to be very wet as they were almost transparent, second I could feel a wet spot on my. I was willing to sleep with him for the seven I wanted but I was under the impression that it would be private, in his office or apartment. I put my hands against the wall, breathing heavily, my stomach in knots. Someone's breath tickled my ear, their breathing labored. "I'm glad you are willing to put the effort in to get extra credit, Miss Hastings." He chuckled softly, his hands tracing down my back and up my thighs. "The costume will definitely help improve your mark." He ripped the top off. . The need was explosive, so powerful that she would doubt its reality. And yet all doubts, all questioning, all hesitations or confusion or resistance — they were merely forms of inner friction, creating a fire of longing that would consume her and drive her forward. She had already begun to taste the energy of this friction, the thrilling clash of the "yes" and the "no". The inner friction was liquid, it permeated her body and her emotions, providing a volatile fuel that would take her on. I needed to be fucked hard and fast, and I needed it right then and there.I looked around my bedroom in desperation, but saw nothing that would satisfy me. I needed something nice and wide with a gentle curve, and I thought of the bananas sitting on the kitchen counter. I hoped my family was asleep, but in case they weren't, I slipped on shorts and a t-shirt. I could feel my thin athletic shorts sticking to my pussy lips, holding tight to the juices leaking out, and the thin cotton of my shirt.