My breath strained as your fingers tightened around my neck, applying enough pressure to tilt my head back. My nose crinkled as you brought your soake... finger beneath my nose, the thick, musty smell of my need wafting into my senses. You titled my head back just enough, so that my lips brushed against your finger, the wetness of my vagina rubbing onto them. The rough texture of your finger brushed against my soft lips. You let the tip drag against them, pulling them out slightly, before. I swallowed loudly, as he continued, ‘your husband suggested I look in on you’, and as he spoke my mouth fell open, ‘he suggested I spend the night with you and fill in for him’. I laughed out loud at the absurdity and ridiculousness of the suggestion, ‘My husband suggested you come down here and fuck me’? I spat my words out, suddenly feeling ashamed of myself as what he said could so easily be true, because otherwise, he would not be standing in front of me. My words went over John’s head, as. What if she realizes then that the favor of her faculty advisor is worth currying, and she arranges to allow the forty-year old lesbian to dine between her thighs upon her clean-shaven muffin?The more I thought, meditated, and masturbated about it, the more I realized that this busybody feminist academic, admittedly mythical and yet so vivid in my minds' eye, might cause both my daughter and me all sorts of trouble.Sure, she'd love the tattoo, and would probably go cross-eyed over the course of. Passionately. Exchanging our juicesVidya: yeah… You should fuck me great. Come on baby. I like where this is going.Me: and we get into the missionary position. And I plug your pussy with one hard thrust. You moan like you never moaned before. My dick. Getting all your right spots. Giving you pleasure out of pleasure. I move faster.Vidya: oh yeah! I am getting wetter by the second.Me: I move faster, until you feel my balls, push up against the bottom of your ass and keepSpanking you there.Vidya:.