The striptease continues

Trish pulls her skirt up completely, giving you a fine view of her peach shaped bottom, swaying slowly to and fro, before looking at you over her shoulder and, pouting and winking at you.

Your resulting sigh is obviously the desired result since, encouraged by your response, she slowly inches her panties down over her smooth buttocks, only stopping when they are at her knees.

She now bends forward at the hips, giving you a great view of that ass, that you've coveted from afar for years, framed by her hands, stroking up and down, then around and around.

"What do you think, John? Is it as good as you imagined? Perhaps you're glad you've come to this school?"

All you can manage in your painfully tumescent state, is a strangled grunt "Nhnhnhn"

"Oh, poor baby is it too much for you?", she continues, now rubbing her hands around and around on her cheeks before pulling on them, to and fro, giving you tantalising glimpses of a little brown eye witihin.

"Maybe I can help?", she says, inching backwards towards you on the bed...