If she fails, the weight of the world is on her shoulders, and even if she succeeds it's only what everyone expected her to do."Come on, you can do it... let's try these problems here", I encouraged her, and I fought the urge to pat her on the thigh for emphasis.Amy looked at me, then down again at her papers, and asked, "I really need a B. Isn't, um, there something I could do for extra credit?" Her voice cracked ever so slightly again as she spoke.I sneaked a quick look down her blouse, but. In the hallway outside the kitchen was the usual full length wall mounted mirror. We had all used it to check our make-up, hair, hats etc before going out. Now to my astonishment I realised that it also gave anyone in the kitchen a good, clear view of the cottage’s lounge, presumably to let parents keep an eye on their children while cooking. At the moment however it showed in full technicolour the scene on the room’s large sofa. To my amazement, Lisa was lying back on the cushions, her skirt. But, this time, she slid her middle finger further back until it pressed against my asshole. “Bu-Bun-Bunnie, what the fuck are you…” Without warning, she shoved her finger into my ass. There was little need for lubrication as her saliva was there from before we stopped. She inserted her finger past the first knuckle and then she retreated a bit, doggedly bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I lifted my ass in an attempt to get away from her finger and all it did was give her better access.. We stopped at the home of our friends who looked after the house. After greetings and the customary aperitif or two, we were treated to a delicious meal. Then Sam and I got back in the car and headed out to the cottage. It was a couple of kilometres outside the village, in a secluded spot. The rear gardens were totally private, surrounded by hedges. Our friends had opened the house up, the pool was clean and the fridge had the essentials to start us off.We unpacked the car, sorted our stuff out.