“Here you are, Mr. Belmont,” I said, pressing my wet panties into his hand. “I’m sorry for not properly attiring myself. I won’t make that m...stake again.”“Again?” he croaked.Then a student entered. He shoved my panties into his pocket and cleared his throat. “That’s all, Melinda.”“For now,” I said. “I can’t wait for our private lesson on alternate forms of sex that don’t lead to reproduction.”I spun around, my skirt flaring up for a moment. Then I sauntered out, swaying my rump, letting him. I needed to calm down.As I did, I could feel the mass of curls on my head bob around gentlyin the flow, and I could feel the airy breath of wind run through thecar and wisp up the jumper and over my legs. Sensory overload... I feltvery cool and very warm all at the same time.I folded my hands in my lap and just admired my nails. I stretched myfingers out and reflexively cupped them and realized that I couldn'tclose my hands with these one-inch talons. I thought, pretty-in-pink ornot, they were. More

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