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familiar excitement start to rise. “So what’s next, teach?”
     
    “The only thing missing is music.” Isabel flicked on the mp3 player sitting on the vanity and strains of Simon and Garfunkel filled the room. So kookooka choo Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you can know…whoa, whoa, whoa.
     
    Tray marveled at the playfulness of this incredible woman. He laughed, but couln’t hold himself back any longer. Some things didn’t need instruction. He stepped closer, folding Isabel into his arms, and reached for the hem of her nightie. “Let’s get you out of all these clothes.” He couldn’t wait to see her naked again. Last night had been so rushed, so filled with urgency. Tonight, they could take their time with no interruptions.
     
    He slid the soft material up over her hips, revealing her stomach, her breasts, and tossed the material to the floor. Cupping Isabel’s shoulders, he leaned back at arm’s length to take an appreciative look. His eyes drank her in, raking up slender legs, catching on the triangle of copper hair, sliding over a rounded belly, curving across full breasts and up the length of her neck where his eyes met his hand as he cupped her chin and leaned in to take her mouth with his.
     
    Isabel yielded to his embrace and her full lips pressed softly into his.
     
    “Mrs. Robinson,” he murmured, “I had no idea you would be this gorgeous.”
     
    Isabel laughed and nuzzled into Tray’s chest, pulling lightly on his chest hair with her teeth. “And I didn’t expect you to be so…um, fully developed.” Her hand dropped to caress the bulge of denim harnessing his erection. Tray grunted with desire.
     
    “Now, you’ve seen how to set the scene. Everything is in place, the candles lit, the wine breathing, the bath drawn. And you have your love object naked…” Isabel squealed as Tray bit her neck playfully. “Pay attention, this is important.”
     
    “You have my full attention.” He snapped to a rigid stance and saluted Isabel. She was so beautiful, how had he managed to get himself into this, he wondered. If he could use those same skills in his psychology practice, he shouldn’t have any trouble at all getting things off the ground. But right now, he was saluting Isabel from above and below. He winced as she put pressure on his throbbing member.
     
    “The polite thing would be to get naked with your lady friend,” she murmured, fumbling with his belt.
     
    Without hesitating, Tray peeled his t-shirt over his head and threw it in the direction of the corner. Grabbing Isabel’s hands, he placed them around his neck and quickly unzipped his jeans and unclasped the belt buckle. He stepped out of the jeans, kicking them to the side. “Is this what the lady wanted?” he teased, running his hand down Isabel’s shoulder and grazing over her taut nipple. “I think I may need instruction all the way through.” He grinned wickedly as he tweaked her other nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp.
     
    Isabel curved her body into his, his erection pressing against her stomach. She rocked softly back and forth and gazed up at him. “It’s important to know that you’re both aroused and ready to go to the next step. There’s no point in rushing things.” She raked her nails lightly down his back and squeezed his buttocks to pull him closer to her.
     
    “Isabel.” Tray groaned as she rocked her hips into his. “I am aroused. I am ready.”
     
    “I’ll decide that, big boy,” she shot back playfully. Tray gasped as her cold hand found it’s way inside the waist band of his boxers and she trailed her nails down the length of him. With a quick movement, she pushed the shorts to his thighs freeing his cock which jumped on it’s own accord, like a spring-released child’s toy.
     
    Tray could not tear his eyes away as Isabel’s small hand grasped the width of him and squeezed gently. Amazingly he could feel himself becoming even harder.
     
    “Isabel,” he groaned,