“You will,” was all he said before he dipped his head to kiss and lick my neck and shoulders. I began struggling in earnest, which only aroused bo...h of us further. His cock was covered in my wet juices and I could feel it jump at the gyrations of my lips all around on the top of it. Long, thick and with a strong muscle that made me wet a little each time it jerked which was often enough to keep the steady stream of moisture coming from my pussy. “Fuck you -- I won’t,” I said flatly, staring. Weller’s class,” I suggested. “It might just be something that could be very useful in future. Besides, you’ll get personal instruction from her as well and that would be an added bonus,” I said with a smirk and wiggling my eyebrows.“You could be right,” Tory nodded. “Is their room in your class, Ma’am?”“I’m not a Ma’am ... yet,” she smiled. “And yes, there is room in my class. We meet on Wednesday evenings at seven at the Clarksville Community Center. Wear your gym shorts, runners and t-shirt.. We sat in the corner with a little bit of privacy. We got nice full cup hot coffee for both along with some pastries and rolls.Me :- So how was my story.She :- I have already told you about it. I read the stories a lot on the net. But your story was simply awesome.Thats why i mailed you and contacted you.Me :- ThanksAfter that we discussed a lot things regarding her previous job, her hobbies, things she enjoys doing most, her college day crushes etc etc.After sometime we both felt very normal. “Holy shit, I don't even... wow.”“Yeah, she’s very talented. So much for the cheerleader stereotype, right? Come wash my back, since you’re so bright and chipper this morning.”“Ok.” Stacey had a new well of energy after not spending half the night engaged in one form of sex or another but didn’t blow it all in the shower. She just engaged in some light petting and kissing with the girl she had shared a mind-blowing experience with two short nights ago. After dinner, and Vicky's tender.