I will ask her and call you back at this number," said Harold as he hung up the phone. "That was one of the mothers of your students, Beth Berenson, on the phone. She wants to know if you will meet the parents. Apparently, the kids have been acting up yet again."Lisa's eyes brightened, "I would love to. Tell them I said absolutely." I understand that you want to see them again," answered Harold tensely. "But as your attorney I would advise against it. It smacks of collusion." I don't see how it could. And it sounds like I would only be talking with the parents, not the children. Maybe I could get Dr. Crenshaw to talk to them?" Hmm," Harold thought for a moment, "alright, against my better judgment, I'll concede that. I suppose you can call her back and make the arrangements." Great!" said Lisa, who was looking forward to seeing the parents again.Harold decided it was time for him to leave. Lisa told Meredith about her plans and immediately called Beth back. She suggested that they. They were slightly damp to the touch. On the periphery of the damp spot was a faint whitish dry area. I'd seen that before. Her essence, right there.Looking closely, I found a few curly hairs. Yes! Pubic hair! A thrill shot through me and another ratchet of my madness slipped. I was teasing myself. Delighting myself. This slow, measured -- even controlled unfolding of a treasure -- heightened my arousal.I kept for last the real prize, the scent. I was already dizzy with desire and hard with my lust. Bringing the panties to my face, I slowly inhaled, allowing her intimate fragrance to titillate my olfactory senses. The seductive power of her scent ripped through me, much like a whiff of ammonia. I felt it climb up into my nose, seeming to pass through some impossible route, directly into my frontal cortex. I fell back, clutching her panties to my nose, unthinking, a mass of jangling, unstable sexual neurons, randomly discharging like some mad fireworks display. I was gone. I never had.
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