It was not at all like the poor schoolgirl at the back of the bus that had a pair of humpers doing her at both ends like she was a piece of meat in a ...utcher shop and not hiding any of their shocking disregard for her personal space on the crowded bus.The man on her left was bearded and she hated the thought of his face between her legs rubbing his scratchy hair all over her sensitive pussy and private areas which she usually kept absolutely free of all hair. Of course, she had to go to the spa. I told her that she was free to find one that she liked better if that was her choice.On the way home, she said, "I'm kind of embarrassed that I brought this problem up and you have worked much harder on it than I have." She squeezed my hand, "Even the fact that you would think about it makes me happy."I said, "Our parents own it. We have a contract that says if we decide to split, we will either live in separate rooms, or both move out and rent it. That will protect them from our. I was out in the rain for almost an hour after all so it was safe to say that I’m going to feel like hell tomorrow.After I dried myself off I opened the door only to have Gene grab onto my hand and drag me through more dark hallways and into a small room that looked like it hadn’t been touched in ten years. She let me climb into bed myself thankfully, however I found out that she would’ve helped me if she wasn’t fetching a dozen blankets to bury me with.“Get some sleep, I’ll check on you in the. I move her back and have her sit on my desk. I quickly take my clothes off and sit back in my chair moving it towards her.“Lean back,” I tell her. She does and I spread her legs, pushing her skirt up, revealing her shaved, pink pussy. I slowly lick the outsides of her lips as she squirms and moans.“It feels so good,” she whispers, “don’t stop.” I flick my tongue at her clit and in a circular motion over it. She moans louder.“Yes!” she pleads. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, mmmmmmmm.” Her pussy is getting.