Bring her along

“She comes with us,” you say to Roxy, who grabs Lisey.

“You can’t do this!” she bursts out angrily.

“I’m your mommy tonight, and I’m not letting you do anything stupid,” you tell her, sticking your finger in her face.

You and the others get her back to the car, and you get back on the road, driving through the cold, Gurlberg night to the nice neighborhood.

Lisey grudgingly tells you how to get to Professor Austen’s house. It’s a nice home on a nice street. You park out front and consider what to do. Lisey is still steaming. She needs to stay in the car.

“Kris, Karen. Keep her calm. I’ll handle this,” you say, opening your door.

Roxy gets out too.

“Roxy, you aren’t a student,” you tell her. “It’s OK. Let me take care of it.”

“I just can’t stand being away from you,” she says dryly, shutting her door and following you up the walk.

You pause, looking up at the house. The windows downstairs are dark.

“Hmm.” You step onto the lawn and move to your right. Sure enough, the lights are on upstairs.

“You sure you want to do this, schoolgirl?” Roxy asks you, sensing what you’re up to.

“Shut up, gangster.”

She snorts. “We aren’t gangsters.”

This is getting a little law-breaky, but you have to do what you have to do. You climb unsteadily onto a first-floor windowsill, and Roxy joins you. There, she gives you a boost. It’s a bit unsteady, but she’s pretty strong.

You get your fingers on the sill up above and pull yourself up, peering into the lit room.

You knew it. This is Professor Austen’s bedroom, and it’s occupied.

Sissy lies splayed on her back on the bed, naked except for her white bra, legs spread wide. Professor Austen is completely nude, on her hands and knees over Sissy, three fingers buried in the much younger woman’s pussy.

You’re taken aback. Both by how good Professor Austen looks for her age, and the fact that you never expected to have the full view like this. You see all of her.

She’s being rough with her hand, but Sissy likes it. You can hear her cries through the glass, and see her toes curling on the sheets, which are damp with her juices. She bucks her hips and writhes as the older woman pleasures her. Professor Austen’s puffy, hairy pussy is swollen and wet.

Well…

You don’t like what’s going on here, with Professor Austen trading grades for sex. It’s wrong.

But Sissy is safe, at least.

Time to make a choice:

Head back to CCL house?

Or keep watching?