I can't believe she hasn't said anything about it yet. Do my eyes deceive me? Her pussy is wet, I mean really wet, it's dripping. I can see a long str...ing of sticky fluid extending between her pussy lips and the stool underneath her. That's not sweat, her pussy is soaked. I notice her breathing is a little more pronounced. Maybe it's the heat, her being nude under that blanket with a fully clothed man standing so close to her but she's getting excited. Maybe if I leave the room she'll drop the. ” “Yes, Agnes?” “I want you to fuck me,” she said very quietly. “I didn’t hear that Agnes.” “I want you to fuck me.” “That’s better, Agnes. Now tell me who does this belong to?” he asked as he patted her mound. “You,” she responded. “It belongs to you.” He smiled and then kissed her. “That’s good, Agnes. That’s also just what Don told me as well. He has given you to me to use for my pleasure.” She sighed. “That okay, is it?” Agnes nodded. “That’s good Agnes because I am. I did not tell anything. Actually, I was eager to know all the pleasures of sex except FUCK.On the third day, in the middle of the class, my pen fall down and I bend down to take it. Unknowingly, my shoulders touched his knee and he shakes his leg in such a way that it pressed my boobs. I felt like a shock passing thru me and did not speak out. After an hour while I was writing down the notes, he just touched my boobs on the dress and rubbed hard. I was shocked and stood up. He immediately. Zoe and I were headed to the bus ramp and as I turned the corner someone ran into me. My side messenger bag fell open and my books and pens fell all over the place. I hurried to grab all my things and as I reached for my notebook, a hand fell upon my hand. I looked up to see who I had bumped into and who had my hand, it was Kyle. I pulled my hand away and ran to the bus, my pens falling, not thinking Kyle had my notebook. I sat down to look in my bag for my notebook, and found it missing. The.