"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Martin? Please hurry and take them off!"

He was Martin… Alice convinced herself of it briefly. Who else could it be… who else could she feel this way about but her darling Martin, come to his senses at last, and returning to her from that awful woman he'd married instead of her. "I knew all along you'd leave her, Martin… I knew you'd remember the good things we did together… what we meant to each other!"

The words were slurred and the image of Ed Boyse who was now rapidly tearing off his clothing was dim at best. A raging fire was out of control in the middle of her trembling loins, and God, Martin was here at last to take care of it, to love her the way he had taught her, to touch her where no other man but him had touched.

The drugged teacher flung off her robe revealing the startling beauty of her totally naked hips, breasts and thighs. Voluptuously proportioned, the young brunette teacher lay back as if to flaunt her perfection before the man she supposed to be her erstwhile lover.

"Oh darling, darling, darling," she moaned over and over, the heavy eyelids closed now, fluttering nervously, but closed, as her trembling white thighs parted sensuously, and her fingers moved down to the silken black hairs that surrounded and protected her desire-drenched cunt.

She could sense the naked man coming closer to her, and her eyelids fluttered open just the slightest bit and she knew that it was not Martin. Yet, she had to imagine that it was, that this desire she felt in her fully awakened breasts and belly and in the soft fleshy folds of her tingling pussy below were all for him… all for the one and only man she had ever loved in her short lifetime.

Ed was slowly stroking his throbbing hard penis, reaching down now to caress her soft exposed flesh, so fragile, so beautiful, so cock-stirringly splayed beneath him. He groaned and began to let his hand rove nervously and excitedly across the tender feminine flesh.