I’ll start with the first. If readers prove interested, I will write up the rest. ​Jessie ​I met Jessie her first year at college and was immediately attracted to her. Truth be told, Jessie was the only one of my students that I ever truly fell in love with. But I never told her. Full red hair, fun-loving with a wonderful laugh. She took several classes with me, and we talked often outside of class. But we never socialized outside of the academic setting. She liked me as her teacher and I liked her as a student. ​During her senior year, Jessie signed up for a month long course I was teaching in China with a colleague. We moved around a lot exploring China, and the students and I spent 18 hour amateurs days together exploring or traveling by bus. We all got to know each other well, and Jessie and I often spent long bus rides talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. ​I thought maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, as well as years of inexperience, but Jessie seemed to be flirting with me. She rushed to sit next to me on the bus, and sat very close, always touching me in a way that any other student would have made me very uncomfortable. With Jessie, it just made me excited. As the class wore on, it seemed to me that Jessie’s clothes got skimpier and skimpier. Tops were twinks looser, and on travel ethnic days she often didn’t wear a bra. When the bus windows were open and the wind was blowing, I was often treated to views of Jessie’s lovely C-cup breasts, capped with bright pink, often erect, handjob nipples. I tried to be discreet in my fascination with her breasts, but I failed. More than once she caught me looking at those tits and imagining them in my mouth. Jessie always smiled when she caught me ogling those breasts, but made only token efforts to cover up. She took to wearing spandex running shorts that clung to the crack of her ass and attracted everyone’s attention when she walked by. ​The asian thought of what pleasures lay under those skimpy clothes gave me a raging hard on during the daily bus excursions, and more than once I caught Jessie staring at my cock bulging through my pants. Once when I caught her staring, she just smiled and said “You must be having very pleasant thoughts, Professor.” I was a bit embarrassed by her boldness and said “You have no idea. And you should stop looking at my crotch and flirting with me.” She feigned shock and said “Why would I be flirting with you? You are just a dirty old man!” ​We continued like this for a couple of weeks into the trip. Some days I could have sworn her tight shorts were damp in her crotch. She insisted that her flirting was just my imagination. I was about to bust. ​By the second week, the students had settled into an evening routine where some went out to bars, if the town had one, and others gathered in my hotel room to watch Chinese TV and concoct their own translation for the endless period dramas that were the staple of Chinese television. My door would stay open, and students could come and go. ​One evening students were watching TV while I was making travel plans for the class on my computer. Jessie was there, sitting on the bed with other students. She was dressed in a tight stretchy tank top that showed great cleavage, and short, loose flannel pajama bottoms. I couldn’t keep my mind or my eyes on my work, much to her delight. When she sat with her legs crossed, she angled her body so I could see up her legs and catch a glimpse of fiery red pussy hair. She enjoyed tormenting me, which was obvious. He circled the silky anal bud with his slick knob, gradually applying more pressure. It made me so wet. She was still for nearly a minute before she spoke. I could picture her stepping down from a perch on the toilet. "Armory call. I showed it off to her. I don’t think I was even expecting anything to happen with it. Glasses that sit on an adorable innocent looking face handjob and a smile that would make Ray Charles fall in love. So it wasn't him I thought, she's a big girl I had decided and she could do whatever she wanted. I gasped as her hot tongue rasped against my pussy. He ethnic also fondled the titties he had fantasized about in the car earlier. And my shaft twitched. All 3 were a little ‘happy’ when amateurs I arrived. Double consonant. The third car in the lead group plowed into the two cars that asian were sliding up the hill. I was going to the restaurant at the lodge twinks that night for all-you-can-eat walleye, another tradition. _________