Too much contact, too distracting from her studies. When she finished and looked up, I gave her my most charming smile and said, 'Can I walk you to yo...r car'? It was dark now and the parking lot of the library had been crowded when we got there and I am sure that like me she had parked quite a ways from the entrance. She smiled and said, 'Sure'. 'I appreciate the offer'. 'I was hoping you would not mind'. 'I know it is perfectly safe but it is dark'. When we reached her car she laid her books. There she found a bra and a pair of panties on the floor, both cut with scissors. She knew for a fact they were not Sylvia's underthings.She knew this because she often poked around in her daughter's underthings, looking for soiled panties. When she found a pair with traces of Sylvia's cuntjuice in the crotch, Velma lustfully sniffed and licked them while she pumped her vibrator deep in her hot pussy, until she came in fierce gushes of pussy juice.Velma often fantasized taking Sylvia's cherry. "Like I said before, I dig it when you're not tellin' me what you know," he whispered, rubbing his crotch with one hand as he hefted one tit with the whip handle. "That means you and me we get to play a little more, you know? And you dig playin', even though you're a fuckin' nun." No, that's not true."She pushed that thought from her mind, concentrating instead on fighting back.She moved her right foot experimentally. If he came a little closer, she could do it."Yaghghghhghghh!"His next move. "Good, then I will call you tomorrow?" she asked."Sure but not too early," I said smiling.When I awoke on Sunday it was noon. The one night I wanted to forget, I remembered most of. I especially remembered the young man who said I sucked cock better than his mother. I wondered if he was the mysterious bf. Either way I was not happy with the memories of my actions from the night before. Being able to remember might not be all good," I decided.Did I feel guilty about all the sucking and fucking.