Not long ago, a girl leaving a lot of messages for me might have led to a suspicious interrogation about who this Jessie was and why she was trying to...reach me. But with Julie now wearing a $50,000 Tiffany engagement ring on her finger, it was now just a point of curiosity. I told her who it was anyway. ‘Jessie?’ I asked. ‘She was my old graduate assistant at DoD. Twice now I’ve gone out of my way to help her get her dissertation done. Don’t tell me she’s screwed it up again somehow?’ ‘No,. When she felt him tensing, she slowed and relaxed her cunt as much as she could. She was not only behaving like a slut, but she was in control and she wanted to make the most of it. She sat on his shaft and gyrated, loving the sensation of trapping his cock against her G-spot. “Ohhh God” she thought, if I keep this up I'm going to cum again before he does. So fucking good...Why havent I ever done this with Earl? She mused. The thought of her husband brought a rush of thoughts and feelings. I'm. Where'd you get your sex education? That joy juice is from your prostate, down deep just behind this limp thing here, your penis. From that smooth little lump I tickle sometimes, when my finger's deep in your ass, and then you cum like a jackrabbit." That's some stunt," I said with feeling, remembering. "Where'd you learn that?"In sex education. In the ninth grade." They taught finger fucking?" It was a liberal school," she said. Her mouth mused a little, and she glanced sideways at me for a. Eric, keeping eye contact with her the whole time, started leading the way down her body with butterfly kisses until he met her belt buckle with his top lip. He reversed his direction and kissed toward her bellybutton until he felt the coolness of her piercing fill his mouth. Lightly he bit and tugged at the jewelry whilst his hands were expertly unclasping her belt and then her pants. Abruptly stopping, Eric stuck his fingers within the sides of her pants and slowly started to slide them off..