Ms. Tasker takes Ellen's picture.

“Yes, she flips it open and holds her arm out in from of them and takes a picture of her licking Amy’s pussy” Ellen’s face flushed just remembering the moment.

“I was stunned you, know. I’d never walked in on something like that. I must of gasped or something or the door slammed behind me, I can’t remember. But Amy opened eyes, and said something goofy like ‘hi , Elle” or something like that, and then Wendy pushed down her skirt all of a sudden, and slid out from under Amy, who I know was ticked off that she stopped” Ellen laughed at Amy’s lack of shame.

“Amy didn’t care that I’d walked in on them, at least not too much “ Ellen said, ducking under a large low hanging limb extending from a large pine. A short distance down the steep path you can see sunlight reflecting of a small river. Ellen cheeks are rosy, and you’re not sure whether its from recounting her story, or the breeze that’s blowing across the hillside, and through the trees, but you think the cooling air may have given her a chill, because her nipples are hard, and pushing against the black fabric of her dress. Amy's ribbon tightens slightly around your cock.

Ellen doesn’t notice your eyes ogling her body, and continues her story as the two of you proceed down the path towards the river.

“When Wendy got out from under Amy, her chin and her lips were covered with Amy’s…..ah , stuff, juices, you know” Ellen says, her face flushing a bright red once more at her frustration and embarrassment over describing her academic adviser’s face wet with her roommate’s secretions

“I thought she’d drop the phone, wipe off her face, and be embarrassed, run out. She was embarrassed, I could tell. But she took a picture of me, standing there, looking shocked I guess, probably blushing just like I am now even think about the whole thing” Ellen sighs, remembering the incident, and walking down the gradually leveling stairs.

“She did clean off her face then, and Amy put on a bathrobe or something. Ms. Tasker said goodbye, and left, And we’ve never talked about it. Amy and I have, but never Ms. Tasker and I. I think we’re both too embarrassed about it. But I really wonder why she took a picture of me at that moment. Amy said because she get a charge out of being embarrassed and seeing other be embarrassed, but I don’t know, that seems just too weird“

Finally, the two of you arrived at the bottom of the long stairway that had been cut into the hill, and Ellen led you over to a bench by the river. “So what did Amy say after Ms. Tasker left? Was she mad?”