Mrs. Latham did not resist, or even give any hint of resisting as Chica carried her over, and then kissed her. She almost didn't register the tearing of the panties, before Chica's apologetic tone brought her back.<br/><br/>"It's okay," she answered softly. "As long as there's no more updrafts I can get back home with just a modest skirt."<br/><br/>She listened to her explanation, how their differences in bodily strength must be considered. There was at least enough of her rational mind left to accept this, but not enough to counter the sheer lust she had for this student-teacher relationship.<br/><br/>"I would..." Mrs. Latham lingered on that last word, a sea of possibilities swimming through her mind. Every inch of Chica's body looked lovely, and felt lovely too as her hands were guided. The teacher's member throbbing at the thought of touching any part of her.<br/><br/>"Let's start with this," Mrs. Latham said as she kissed Chica on the lips again, cliche as it may be. Her hands slid down to the dark-skinned woman's hips, feeling her toned ass.<br/><br/>"Turn around, please," she asked as she got off the desk. Mrs. Latham's hands gently guided Chica to bend over. She daringly brushed her stiffened rod between the girls' ass cheeks, not yet entering but sliding back and forth in a continuous motion. "Oh my, you feel...nice."