The form fitting dress made your tits look even bigger than I remembered them feeling. I felt a stir between my legs. Only the jostling of the car kep...t you from sitting perfectly still. Eventually, your gaze moved towards me. Without making eye contact, you looked directly at my crotch. You squirmed slightly in your seat, adjusting yourself, and then discreetly licked at your lips. I caught you as you did a couple of quick double takes to my crotch, before you looked away. Busted I said to. Amanda's nipples were tight little buds as the brush swept to and fro across them.Now the brush moved lower and circled my girl's sweet little belly button. I hardly dared breathe as I saw Amanda's tummy muscles tighten as the feelings grew and grew, and I bit my lip hard when the brush reached the bottom of Amanda's tummy.I must tell you that the bottom of her tummy is one of Amanda's very special places. She loves being stroked and touched there, and I see it happen, there in front of me. Her. I was lecturing to a class of twenty students, and she walked up behind me and leaned against my desk, listening to my lecture.I finished and gave the students a written assignment. I then returned to stand behind my desk with Jenna. As the students worked, we started a whispered, casual conversation. She began to flirt in her own innocent way. She was attractive, but not a beauty in classical terms. Jenna was wearing a professional skirt that hit her legs just above the knees. Her skirt was. "It was an accident, sorta, but it's okay." What do you mean it's okay?" she asked, almost smiling at my stupidity.I hadn't meant to say that, but there was no turning back and I have to say, I really wanted to tell my mom everything. It's hard work keeping secrets and I felt exhausted by them. Maybe other people feel the same way, I'm not sure. If there was one person in the world I could confess to, uh ... Actually, it wouldn't be my mom. Unfortunately, I'd already said too much and trying to.