Neither really looked like her mother. Shanice, seventeen, the daughter from my aunt’s first marriage to a black man, was wearing a wide grey sweate...r and dark green jogging pants. In spite of these loose-fitting garments it was obvious she had rather large and firm breasts – not quite as big as her mother’s, but those knockers really were rather otherworldly – and a very nice butt. She was a bit chubby, but certainly not fat. She had a nice, round face with full red lips and long curly black. We got onto the mat, she asked me where she should lay. I told her on her back. She giggled again as she positioned herself as I had requested. I started explaining the technique as I was applying it. As I was almost finished explaining it, She giggled again and told me that she liked being held down and she kissed me lightly on the lips. I didn't understand at first but she proceeded to tell me about how wet she got when she couldn't move and was at the mercy of a man. I had never heard of. ‘What are you doing?’ asked Ashley. ‘We’re done,’ Jasmine said as she shut off the water. ‘You don’t make me work so hard next time to get you up, and I might let you finish. We’re running late. Get out of the shower.’ ‘You’re mean,’ Ashley pouted. ‘Tough love, babe.’ Jasmine grabbed a towel and dried Ashley off, then herself. She put back on her clothes, watching Ashley put on the spare set. Jasmine was a shade bigger than Ashley, though that wouldn’t be hard, since Ashley had such a tiny. I wonder what color her panties are today? Sam thought and smiled inwardly. She figured that she knew every pair that the teenager had. It was a private and unspoken little game that had started soon after the semester began. Sam didn't know why she let the game go on. She could have simply ignored the overt display of the young girl's charms. Yet, invariably, her eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs and she could feel that tingling between her legs and her face would begin to.