Japanese Educator Julia Nanase Engaged In Inappropriate Relations With Students During Class.

I could feel her chest rise and fall with the increased pace of her excited breathing. It was never like this before.”
“We’re just getting started,” I said. I turned to her, our lips merging, slipping over and around each other. “Come on, come on. “Give me a chance to catch my breath,” she said. “Spread your legs,” I commanded. “I’ve often imagined what you might look like naked but I never really thought you’d look like this.”
“You could have asked me to send you a photo,” I told her. “Anyway, you’re Kittykat now, so you might as well get used to it.”
And then there was a time when we’d both got very busy with work and other things, and our conversations had slackened off. If only you knew…”
I didn’t get to finish the sentence. “This is how it’s done.”
It had been a while since I’d scissored with another woman, and I’d forgotten the unique sensation of one’s own moist membranes kissing someone else’s, our labia meeting like mouths.