I wanted him, desperately. He, just so happened to be my history professor. Professor Nelson was the talk of the campus, ever since he got hired about...two semesters ago and girls were envious of other girls that had his class. Awakening me was a dull throb between my legs. I was growing wetter and wetter just at the thought of his muscular body. I really wanted to know what his cock looked like, how he could use it, anything. I could feel the damp spot in my panties and clenched my legs. I know what the deal is. It sounds glamorous as hell, but you still gotta do your laundry." She looked over at me. "And you don't know where the fucking Laundromats even are because you only in a city for a couple of days, then it's onto the next stop. It's kind of like being on a small boat. You get to know people a little too well at times." I could see she didn't get that comment I'd picked up from someone in a touring band's road crew. "You're going around from city to city, but what do you. Why do you ask, anyway?" I don't know," Simone answered nonchalantly as she took the baby from her breast, then took her into the next room for her nap. When Simone returned, it was clear to Monica that her lactating friend had something in mind, as she had neglected to put her breast back into the nursing bra. "I guess I was just wondering if you still wanted to try."This was what Monica had hoped to hear. The look in her eyes told Simone all she needed to know. Monica's answer was a. I looked around and saw that we would be left alone. She dropped her robe. Revealing the most gorgeous body I had seen. Perfect ass. No tan lines. She turned around and I saw just the slightest strip of pubic hair (Landing Strip) and perfect breasts 44d. She slipped into the tub. She said what are you waiting for. As I was still dressed. Embarrassed by my hard cock. I slowly started to undress. I turned around and took off my jeans and underwear. My cock hard as a rock. She told me... You have.