Shagging Shamika's Aunt

The dick is in the bag... Laura finds herself in secret rendezvous with Shamika, a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl who waters more than just Laura's plants. The two of them consummate their strong desires for one another, filling each other's fantasies whenever Shamika's auntelderly kin waisn't around. The two experiment with toys and even with feet. But when Iola, Shamika's auntguardian, gets into an accident, Laura finds herself getting a bath ready for the woman. Laura immediately tries to control her urges, suppressing the want to hold the woman the way she heldolds her niece. But there was more to Iola than meets the eye, and Laura happily gives in into showing the woman what she has been doing with Shamika. Sample: She hated to admit it, but this skittish little dance with Shamika's auntkin in her office really whetted her appetite to see Shamika again. Perhaps it should have made her want to back off, to forbear playing with dynamite, to respect the woman's perfectly understandable desire to protect her niece from adult sexual predators. Shamika was now nineteen, hardly jail bait; but you could appreciate Iola's point of view. And yet just about all she could think of after this brief meeting was Shamika's naked body and seductive little smile. And Shamika evidently felt the same way. A week later she was back in Laura's office, watering the ficus. Her community college classes were all in the morning, so it was about 4 p.m. She looked over her shoulder to see if Laura's was admiring her beautiful butt, which Laura was. Shamika's eyes flashed, and she could barely suppress a giggle. "Caught you," she murmured. Laura looked away. "You sure did." "Did my Aunt Iola talk to you?" Shamika pretended to dust the leaves, but not seriously. "She did. She said . . . it was all right to help you with your algebra." Both of them nearly burst into laughter at this. But both of them knew that wasn't all Aunt Iola had said to Laura, though the warnings had remained unspoken, merely implied. Shamika, who could only linger so long in one office without seeming to be dawdling, moved toward the door. But she turned her face to Laura and very flagrantly licked her amazingly sensual lips suggestively. "I need help again." Laura grinned. "I'll bet you do." "She's going to San Jose tomorrow night." Laura shoulders slumped. Brenda had promised to introduce her to the people at the suicide hotline. She was seriously considering volunteering. Something to make her feel she was contributing, doing some little thing to help improve the universe. But the idea of missing a chance to fuckhump Shamika again filled her with . . . what? With regret In advance. With pain, pain of loss There was no way she could turn it down. I'm sorry if some person kills him or herself because I wasn't there, but I can't resist this delicious girl "I have something to do," she said hastily. "Let me see if I can reschedule it. Come back by here before you leave, okay?" Shamika paused in the doorway and pointedly licked her full lips again, until they were shiny with her spittle. Then she grinned and waggled her pink tongue at Laura, who realized she was nearly trickling down her thigh. She had to grip the edge of the desk with her fingers as she watched Shamika turn, waving her huge watering can with the long, curved, obscene proboscis, and disappear down the corridor. Oh crap, I am such a hopeless slave to beauty Laura cursed herself as she stared forlornly at the spot where Shamika had just been. These darling little ebony sirens, all they have to do is beckon (or lick their fantastic lips ) and I come slavering behind like a lovesick puppy dog