Mommy wants you to keep going. Just don't do it again."Before long, at her instruction, I introduced my fingers. She guided me through the proper use ...of them. I'd never considered twirling my hand around while still inside a woman like that before. I'd start with my palm facing down, reaching deep towards the back of her womb, then spin around, fingers curled, letting my knuckles press gently against her labia as I did. Then, curling my fingers back towards me, I'd focus on stimulating her. The instructor, Professor Wilmington ("Just call me Prof."), calmly took for granted the adulation of his female students. Young -- in his early thirties -- dynamic, and conventionally handsome. A hell of a good teacher, too. He made the act of writing come alive. His praise for an effectively written story or poem, or even just for a well-turned phrase, brightened Beth's afternoons."I'm giving all of you a rather unusual assignment this week. Let us suppose you are seeking a person of the. " I reached out and took her hand in mine, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you'd been to a mixed school." I hadn't," she said softly and looked into my eyes, "It was a girl."There was an awkward silence between us for a moment, then I squeezed her hand and kissed her very gently on the cheek."Thank you," she said. "That was nice."Once again I felt myself blushing under her gaze."Forget it, I'm a compulsive kisser."We laughed and carried on exploring our home for the next two hours until the bell. Ana: Hate to say this because I could have another go. But my Mom is about to come home. And I want to avoid the complicated questions she might have.Damn, she’s insatiable. Though I could go again as well, now that she mentions it.Me: I understand.Ana: I’ll see you again soon.I went back to my home. It was already night. Time to visit my sisters to see what they are doing. I went to Bella’s room. She’s lying on her bed in her black bra and panty.Bella: Here, I was hoping you’d forgotten me.Me:.