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Her hands move in two directions: the right moves to the bottom of her sweater and begins to glide it upward, revealing those luscious, tight bra-less breasts my mouth has nuzzled many times in my private mental-fantasy moments before now.
She slowly caresses her breasts, alternately pinching her nipples, which quickly become swollen and rock-hard.
The bottom of the thigh-length black floral print skirt flutters innocently in the ever-so-slight breeze passing through the room, but when she spins to take part in the ice-breaker I’ve planned, I notice how the top wraps tightly around her flawless waist around stays snug until where it just passes the point where her perfectly-defined buttcheeks take form.
My subtle (yet well-trained) observation skills notice the slight rise of the intended-to-be-invisible top flare of her thong under that silken wrap surrounding her ass.
She’s dressed perfectly for the warm autumn days at the beginning of the school year.I know all it would take: The class session ends, the other students file out considering the profound implications of what I’d presented that morning.Consequently, they’re oblivious that she’s remaining, overwhelmed.“Hmmm,” I think to myself, “lovely accentuation brought out by a comfortable — and lovely — skirt.” As well, I notice the match: what looks like one of Daddy’s lightweight white Oxford dress shirts. And what a pair of gorgeous tits: They’re tight, firm, and just a little larger than what might be expected on a girl her size.The only button she’d bothered to fasten was the unique gold-covered change Daddy must have made: the Playboy bunny emblem.I can’t help but notice the blazing blonde hair flowing halfway down her back, surrounding a face which initially confuses me.While she can give off the “I’m-so-fucking-bitching” attitude, I shortly assess she’s actually a semi-innocent, cute, naive, and childlike — yet knowingly flirtatious — young woman, caring more about having fun in the moment than anything else.As the semester progresses, I find I (almost) unknowingly schedule any needed walk through campus at the same times as her practice.Her perfectly trained ass gyrates to the sounds of the music which carries her into erotic ecstasy — at least in my mind.Needless to say, this makes it difficult to conduct class, as she slides her ass toward the front of the chair, oblivious that she’s giving me a peep show up her skirt.I find it hard to focus on the aesthetic consequences of Reductionism. Ohh, that trimmed young beaver, barely covered by her panties.