She grabbed her skirt with her free hand to avoid exposing herself to the rest of the class, but no one had noticed. The lecturer was prattling on abo...t something or another and everyone was engrossed in their note-taking. Simon explored her, finding her clitoris with a third finger. He was driving her crazy and it took all her energy to not let it show on her face. She had begun to stroke him again slowly, but could barely concentrate and soon stopped again. Simon maintained a nonchalant. You were always there, and now due to certain circumstances you are no longer in my bed. You´re in a bed, all alone, in a hotel room, time zones away. Is it too much to ask, to have you back in my bed, just for this one night, when my heart is aching to be loved, and my pussy is aching to be touched and licked. Tonight, the chat was not our usual, how was your day? I miss our chats, they were ones of deep desperation for each other’s attention, they were of wanting each other, more than. Marty opened his hand, and she placed a ring in it. His hand tingled where the ring sat. He pulled it closer and picked it up with his left hand. He looked at the ring and realised it was similar to hers. I did have two different gems, and the band seemed wider like for a man.“You have two rings?” he questioned.She sighed. “Yes and no. They are a bonded pair. What do you feel when you took hold of it?” she asked, looking at him pensively.She seemed a bit wound up, and Marty wasn’t sure what she. After all, I assume that you’ll be an engineer or scientist when you grow up.Lisa: Yes, I’m leaning towards a double major in college -- electrical engineering and physics. But I can learn “hands on” aspects of Willie’s jobs and tools. And quite a bit of what he does has direct links to science. For instance, how he plows a field so water drains properly -- that’s hydrology. (She knew that using words like this would impress Mr. Skinner.) And when we take scrap out to the county dump I can see.