Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor

" Miranda smiled and walked out of his room, her round feminine ass swaying with each step. He listened to her descend the staircase and then his mom and his sister and her talked for a good ten minutes in the downstairs hall before she finally left.

The fact that Miranda had a cock and then the things she'd asked him were still sloshing around in his brain by dinner. His mom and Emily talked back and forth. Duncan hadn't heard a word of it until his sister said, "I'll take those with me when school starts and Miranda shows me around her campus."

"That girl is so nice. I'm thrilled we found her," his mom responded. "Duncan, did you two have a productive day today while we were gone?"

"Yeah, mom. First she threw me around playing basketball. Then I found out she has a DICK! Then she asked me all sorts of questions like, 'Ever been ass-fucked?' Real productive day," Duncan imagined himself saying. Instead he muttered, "I guess."

It was another two days before Miranda went over to Duncan's for another tutoring session. His mom and her talked for a while in the kitchen and then she came up the stairs. Miranda passed right by Duncan's room and continued on to Emily's room, who was out with friends. Duncan's interest was piqued but he stayed in his room reading a book. Miranda walked into his room a few minutes later. Duncan's eyes lingered on her body. He chastised himself for looking, but a nineteen year-old can't help himself.

With a sneaky grin on her face, Miranda asked him, "Want to see something awesome?" Duncan was quite skeptical, so he didn't answer. Miranda pulled a pair of panties from her pocket.

His face turned crimson. "I don't want to see your underwear."

"You think these are mine?" Miranda giggled. She spread the notably tiny pair of panties between her fingers and asked, "You think these would fit me?" Miranda brought them to her nose. "I swiped them from your sister's room."