Chapter 7:

Gil walked across the court yard on the university grounds. He still could not believe what he had just heard. It was still hard for him to believe that one of his students would take an idea for a class assignment and do something like he did. He stopped for a minute and leaned against his cane, ever since he left the police station he had been thinking about something, standing there he made up his mind.

Gil stood in front of his class, "As I am sure you have all heard Mr. Keller has been arrested in connection with the recent home invasions."

The kids all looked at each other and whispered. Some had heard and not believed, some had not.

"He got the idea while looking through the computer while we on our trip to the cold vault," he said, "I had, for a little bit, thought about canceling this part of your studies but, after a lot of thought I decided not to. You need to learn about cold cases so we will continue with the case we are on now. Just incase any more of you get such a foolish idea in your heads I have given Captain James Brass a complete class agenda and he has a list of every one of you. So you can be sure if any more repeats of cold cases open up you will be questioned. So lets pick up where we left off yesterday."

That evening Gil told Sara about his decision, she laughed when he told her about the almost scared look on some of their faces when he told them that Brass would check his class out first.

Sara headed up the stairs while Gil locked up the house.

"Take your shower," she told him drying herself.

Walking into the bedroom he seen Sara was wearing her new red silk pajamas. He loved the way she looked in them. Smiling he also know she would not be in them long. Sara walked to him, they shared kisses as he gently ran his hands up and down her back. The of his hands through the silk and his kisses excited her.

Taking her hand he led her to their bed, as their lips met he eased her down. He kissed his way down her chest, undoing the buttons of her pajama top as he caressed every inch of uncovered skin. Gil slowly caressed his way up to the cleavage of her breasts. Slowly he pushed the red material aside and cupped the soft mounds of her breasts. He rolled the pert nipples between his fingers, his mouth followed suit as he sucked at the peaks.

Her eyes never wavered from his, they begged him to release her from her bottoms. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation and she could feel her heartbeat accelerate as his hands wandered over her body, rubbing circles on her skin in an erotic massage

Gil motioned for her to lift her hips, grazing her thighs as he slid the red garment off.

With his touch, her legs fell open. Her hands came to rest on his head, and her fingers entangled in his hair as he moved to her womanhood.
She unleashed a series of moans as he rolled his tongue against her delicate flesh, his mouth caressing her with an intimate knowledge of her body and her needs.
Sara tightened the grip on his head, as his mouth closed over her fleshy nub, a shot of immeasurable pleasure ran through her whole body.

She gasped as she felt the thickness of two fingers deep within her, releasing her breath only as he started thrusting them in a slow and deliberate motion. The pace of his thrusts along with the relentlessness of his mouth was almost too much for her to bear.

He kept his fingers pressed against her most sensitive spot as he felt her muscles clamp around his fingers. Her chest rose with the spasms of her climax. He kissed his way up.
Sara guided him to a lying position. Grabbing the length of his manhood.
"Sara, do you have any idea what your hands do to me?" he grunted.
"I do," she smiled, pumping his member with one slow stroke.
Gil closed his eyes, as she continued her stroking; fast on the upstroke, painfully slow on the down stroke. Feeling his climax near he eased her hand away and positioned himself above her.
"Sara," he whispered, as he entered.

In one thrust he was buried deep inside her, her canal enveloping his erection like a tight fitted glove. Her walls clamped down, pulsing around his length. Her body was beginning to shake as he continued to thrust into her, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Pulling her close to him he let go, spilling himself into her as her second release came.

They lay warped together for a short time before he moved from her. Sara smuggled close to him then she smiled.

"I don't know why I wear those pajamas," Sara said, "They never stay on very long."

"I love the way you look in them," Gil answered.