TERRACE, night<br/><br/>All she could do was pressing her hands against her head and laugh, discursively, full of desire, melting like a drop of snow in Hawaii - what a silly picture!<br/>"Oh God, professor Raiga.. You really drive me crazy.. you know that?"<br/>The woman he loved was running out of air, searching for the edge of the matrasse then grabbing it as the sweet torture continued.<br/>Her other hand was moving through her hair spasmodically.<br/>"Aaaaah!..." - her hips rose then feel back on the sheet. She pressed her lips and groaned, hand now sliding down from her hair to her own breast and she squeezed it as it was the last straw.<br/>Treatment turned out to be successfull...<br/>