“What is ‘Netflix and chill’?” She looked across the desk at me with an expression of open curiosity. Caught off guard, I hesitated trying to ...igure out how to answer this. My gut instinct is to always be honest but I also know that in the classroom there are certain boundaries, even if this was a private lesson and not in an actual classroom. We were sitting in her apartment’s study room with a piano against one wall, bookshelves filled with books along another wall, and her desk with me on. I remember standing there, riding these waves of pleasure while Janine asked me if I wanted to go to the movies after dinner, and her mom told me it'd be ready in 15 minutes or so. It was an incredible turn on for me, having these little climaxes again and again while we figured out which movie to see.Like I cared. :-) That memory has been the source of many masturbation sessions for me. I still remember the feeling of sheer liberation while I was standing there. I can't explain it, and I. . annh ... oohhhh ... ohh ... ohh.," she gasped breathlessly as her loins were washed by the heat of her orgasm and she fell forward so that she was half-lying on his shoulders."Lie down, now, my child," he said to her and he guided the limply trembling girl down onto the sofa. He eased her unresisting body to the foot of the cot so that her long legs dangled over the end and then, spreading them wide apart, he knelt between her knees."You are a woman, Ann. You are young but you have a woman's. He put a pillow under my ass to raise my hips and then his tongue and fingers became one with my pussy. His tongue swirled all over my clit which protruded about the size of my pebble hard nipples. His tongue went slow, fast, slow along the folds, darted in and out, swirled, flicked, dipped, then his fingers came in to play. Oh, my god, the pleasure. He used them everywhere. His right hand worked on my clit, his left hand my vagina, his tongue all around, licked, sucked, even nibbled the.