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A Hot Teen Prescription

... anything in so long it startled me. I wasn't sure if it was looking at her petite demur frame and delicious skin and face or the thought of hearing her devious escapade with her teacher. I had listened to many illicit tales from my patients before, not sure why this was different. "Well . . . " She looked right at me. "It's . . um . . . I don't really feel comfortable talking about it." "Would you feel better if you laid on the couch? You wouldn't see me, you could pretend you were talking to the ceiling, or the wall." "Ok, yeah, let's try that." She bounced up, her small but perky breasts didn't wobble, but stood out and pronounced. This young lady was the proof that large breasts were not important, they could be more than compensated for in other ways. In every way this young lady did. Got my mouth was watering!!!! I watched as she turned perpendicular to me and ran her hands over the back of her skirt to smooth it out as she sat down. It made her skirt billow, and I couldn't help but wish it had gone just a bit higher. I really wondered what kind of panties she had on. She sat down and then spun on her tight little butt, laying full length on my couch, her pony tail flipped over the couch arm, her head resting on the arm. I could see the lower part of her torso and her legs, those awesome fucking legs. Jesus they looked even better from this angle. Down to her delicate ankles and feminine feet, topped with french tips. Her feet were offset by her white sandals like her ...

... legs with the skirt. My god I had never wanted to lick a woman's skin like I did on this teen dream. "Ok, so Adrianna, tell me how this started. From the beginning." I had to adjust my posture, one because my boxers were riding up, two because I had grown a 3/4 hard on and was trying to keep it from showing just in case. God help me if I had to get up for some reason. "Well, Mr. Jenkins is a pretty strict teacher. I have US History with him. Not only does he give us homework almost every night, it is always in long answer form, plus pop quizzes, plus tests and a term paper!" "I see, well believe it or not Adrianna, that is that rare. Continue . . ." I reached over and grabbed my mini recorder, happy I remembered it, I wanted this conversation on tape for sure. "Well, it's really hard, I have so many classes, and I have so much homework, I just couldn't keep up." "You mom said you had been held back. Why was that Adrianna?" She sounded hurt by this, "Well. . . I didn't get a 2.0 GPA so they told me I had to do senior year over again to graduate. Otherwise I have to do a GED and dad told me if I went that route I have to get my own place to live. I can't afford that." "Do you have a job?" "No." "So what do you do with all your time, without a job you should have time for homework." "Hey, quit picking on me!" "Adrianna, I am just being honest, trust me as you get older, you will find no one will give you a free ride. You are pretty girl but looks don't last as long as you think. ...