<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>The sudden exposure of her body pushed all conscious thought from Lyradil's mind.  Desperately, she tried to process the information, but the situation was just too unfamiliar to the scholarly young woman.  All she could think to do was to cover herself, her shapely body trembling under the gaze of her instructor.<br/><br/>But while her mind was frozen, her body knew how to react.  And react it did, shivering lightly as Bran ran his hands over the the taut skin of her stomach.  Still, she hesitated uncertainly as his hands went higher, higher, finally melting into his touch as they found her breasts.  Lyradil moaned, her lips parting, gasping again and again as her sensitive breasts were squeezed, sensation rushing through her body.  Another gasp as the tiny bit of fabric covering her breasts was moved, the gasp turning into a cry as her sensitive nipples were tugged.  She arched against him, crying out again, pressing back against that hardness as it rubbed against her bare backside.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Lyradil found herself spun around, red hair swirling about, her blue eyes wide.  They grew wider as she spotted his shaft, already standing proud and erect.  "Professor..."  Lyradil murmured, her voice soft, breathy.  Those blue eyes of hers seemed clouded with uncertainty, confusion.  Perhaps desire.  Lyradil's lips parted, only for her to demurely bite her lower lip, the expression naturally appealing, submissive.  Her chest gently heaved, the amulet almost seeming to pulse as it rested atop her bared breasts.  It was clear that it was having some effect on the lovely young woman, even if it hadn't overcome her entirely.