"You're terrible sir," she complained, trying unsuccessfully to stop a wide smile, and as she giggled I could see her n*****s hardening and caught the quick glance she directed at my crotch. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that Kenny wasn't huge sir," she challenged, looking me right in the eyes before moving her gaze downward.
"I could put both of you in the story," I teased. "Beautiful teen sisters seduce Ivy Leaguers – call it something like 'Sam and Izzy's Island Orgasms'."
"You're terrible! I going back to work professor, I don't have all afternoon to fool around."
As I watched her as she strutted towards the door, her breasts bouncing proudly, her rear cheeks alive under the skimpy little boy-shorts she was wearing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and for the thousandth time in the
