I had started to fill out, so he was getting the world class pussy shot and boob show. I even trimmed up, just so he would be able to freely see the l...ips of my pussy. Still, there was no reaction from Mom, despite my doing everything I could think of doing to get her to touch me. I even tried the lotion thing, telling her that I couldn't really see to get around the lower part of my ass. She would rub in some lotion, but never as far down as I wanted. She just told me that I could tell where. Gently stroking my fingers through his thick hair, I lose myself in my feelings for him. I know it can’t be love. It shouldn’t be. It mustn’t be. I just…I want to give him everything.*Ice cubes float in the pitcher of lemonade, jostling with streamlined slices of lemon. It’s a hot day but a soft breeze cuts it just right. Perfection.Blake sits opposite me at the table overlooking their immaculately-groomed grass tennis court. Money. The first time Blake invited me over to his house, I didn’t. Then we had breakfast in bed, screwed around some more, and I took her home around noon.Was I worried that someone might complain about a teacher sleeping with an undergraduate? Not in the least. She wasn’t one of my students, wasn’t in my department, and was no longer a minor. Besides, I really didn’t care - I was entranced with her. Even without the simply stupendous sex, I would have been perfectly happy simply being in her presence. Our harmonics were simply incredibly strong, so much so. But how is it possible? Why is it happening to me?'Lisa shrugged. I got the impression she wanted me to keep transforming justto see what happened, regardless of the effect it would have on me as aperson.So, the next morning I opened my eyes, and lay in bed not wanting to discoverwhat atrocity the universe had performed on my body while I had slept.However, the clock kept ticking, and I could not stay in bed forever, so Iemerged from under the duvet with my eyes firmly closed. Even then, I.