He joined his hands over Susan’s stomach and lifted her slightly to try to ease himself beneath her. I could see he had become blatantly hard. It wa...s no use; as he lowered her he was trapped against her bare thigh, close, very close to her sex.. His cock gave a huge throb and Susan stiffened in his lap making, him again leap and press more firmly on her young thigh.Susan glanced at me, her eyes startled as she realised I was watching, her deep blush covering her face. She shivered in her. One of the benefits of flat-chest, no one notices if you were braless.She walked out of the room as Robert slept. She thought he looked so cute.She wanted to run to burn off some of the energy she felt, but only walkedfast down the stairwell and outside. She walked around in the night for anhour. She loved the cool air.She returned to the room. Robert purred away on the bed. She picked upher toy and washed it in the bathroom. It made her want Robert again. Sheput it on and thought she looked. .fuck-able. I had images of he and I, hot and sweaty, fucking like a****ls. I shook my head again. "Alright, everything looks good." he said, taking off his rubber gloves. My head shot up. "It's over? You already---I mean..." I wondered why you didn't seem to notice me using the speculum." My eyes grew wide. God I hated that thing. But somehow I hadn't even felt it. Hadn't known it was anywhere around me. Stupid fantasies. Or great fantasies. Depending on the way you looked at it."So,. Professor Finsto was not a hot young college professor right out of Yale. No. He was a 65 year old balding man who always seemed to have ketchup on his tie. He instructed the Women Gender Study classes, but had a reputation of hating any and all women and never giving anyone other than a man an A, very ironic. Now this wasn’t a coincidence considering Lauren was struggling with this teacher to keep her perfect GPA so I knew it was part of some type of revenge plan she had come up with. Handing.