You plead with her, "Please Amanda! Let's be reasonable! I'm a grown man! Come on, Either put me down, or put me in the travel case like a good girl, and let's go on to the school! We can just go early! The principle, and part of the staff, really wanted to meet me anyway. If we go early, I can hang out with them before the speech!" Amanda just grinned, shaking her bouncing, loose curls of black hair, as she said with a dart of her brow, "Why would I want to do that! I'm quite happy right here, alone with my cute little man!" You say, "Yes, but you need to be getting back too! I mean, aren't they going to miss you? You're a teacher, for God sake!" She let out a soft little laugh, as she lifted you up and said with a smile, "No, silly. I'm a college student, just an assistant ." You ask, "Well doesn't that still count against you? I mean, if you don't show up?" She shook her pretty head, bringing her silky, bouncing black hair into my sides, and her sweet, warm breath over my body, as she said, "Nobody cares if I don't show up. I can pretty much show up one hour a week, and still get credit toward my college class. Not even the home ec teacher cares if I show. Then she tells you that she is only 19. No wonder she looked so young. She wasn't a teacher, she wasn't even that close to graduation. Her major was in health sports! She cared nothing for home ec! You looked her in the eyes, and asked, "So you aren't going into teaching?" She grinned, and said, "Nope! I don't have any real responsibilities so far as the high school is concerned. I can just enjoy having fun!" You try to reason, Yes, but , life isn't all about fun is it?" She said in a shrill, "Maybe, but today is. Maybe tomorrow and the next day too! We're going to have lots of fun. She held you up for a long series of kisses, as she quietly laughed in enjoyment. Your body draped over her bouncy, twin hills. You could feel their tender, warm silkiness, right through the soft, white rayon top. You felt them come into you like warm globes. Your body rested right on top of them, so that you felt them from your knees, to your shoulders. In fact, with her collar unbuttoned like that, your bare chest and shoulders were right up against warm, fragrant, bare cleavage. Her white collar was on either side of you, as she snuggled your face into her smooth neck. Suddenly she lifted her knees, and laid you out on your back across her big, long, baby smooth thighs. She rubbed your bare chest, as she sighed, propping her navy and white, high heeled sandals on the edge of the big padded chair. You tremble, as you lay there, feeling the warm silkiness of those big smooth knees , against the back of your body. They extended out on either side, further than you could reach. Far below, beyond your feet, her soft, navy mini skirt gathered in a little pile. When she raised her knees, the soft, navy fabric had fallen back, exposing her big, huge, luscious, baby soft upper thighs! Your body shook feverishly as you looked down at them. You say to her, PLease, stop! Put me down!" She giggles, as she says, "No way, little man! I want to enjoy every minute of being here with you!" In a trembling voice, you say, "But Amanda!" She sighs, and says, "Call me Mandy!" as she lifts her feet up, and brings her luscious knees into her warm breasts. I was sandwiched there, trapped between thighs and titty. After a good, long squeeze, She brings her feet back down, slides them off the edge of the chair, and down on the floor, bringing her big knees down with a thigh jiggling bounce. You nearly faint, as her big thighs spread oud over the cushion. Then as she smiles down, she says, "We're just getting started, sweetie!" Her legs spread out, and you find yourself sliding down in between, down past her luscious, creamy inner thighs. You end up lying on the cushion, looking up at the tender walls of tanned flesh, and the skirt that only half way hides her white panties, as it softly drapes down between her legs. .