My hair is loose about my shoulders, my lips would be pink and flavored bubble gum and I would be wearing red pointy stilettos… You opened the door ...and you said, “Candice, what are you doing here?”…I said, “hey Teacher, I’m just wondering how I can raise my grade…you know in any way you want”…I walk through the door past you and sat on your couch…I crossed my legs and you can see far enough between my thighs to know I’m wearing a pink thong…I crossed my arms over my chest which hid my nipples. Why did I not want to say it then? Was it wanting to exercise power over her? Wanting her to surrender, to kneel passively by me, dependent on my generosity and love for her? Was it a fear of commitment? Perhaps something in the very essence of my maleness, a fear by me of being trapped, of surrendering freedom and control?And, there was something else working. It was the power. I looked up and he was there again. Diablo. He was lying down with his heads on his forepaws watching me, watching. When I fully awoke, I was alone in Claire’s bed. No stained sheets. No dried sperm on my leg. No evidence that my dream was anything but. I got out of bed, only to find that the clothes I wore last night had disappeared. I did find a cotton robe to cover my nakedness and a note from Claire.‘Dear Michael’ it read, ‘My mother is ill and I need to see her. I will be back tomorrow to explain. Please stay, if you can. Rissa will keep you company. This will give you a chance to get to know your. But I also wanted to fuck her too! I'd left my double sided thick dildo on the nightstand earlier and I reached over and placed it in my cooze and slowly plied apart Lauri's vagina and slowly eased it into her deep, wet pussy.I slipped my right leg under hers and leaned back on my strong arms and we fucked for a good long while. Lauri sat up and we both got to finger each other's clit as we drove the thick double dong in and out of our dripping wet pussy mounds."Fuck my pussy darling, fuck me.