”I turned, expecting to see a down-and-out or a con artist, but found myself face to face with her, the brunette from the bar, her eyes all but obsc...red by the low hanging fringe.What the hell is this?I waited. The brunette spoke. “Don’t you want to cum on my face, sir?” It sounded like an accusation.“I’m sorry. I have to…” I pointed at my wrist, at a non-existent watch.“Later?” the brunette suggested. “I would so love for you to cum on my face, sir.”This is too bizarre. There’s something. He smiled when he saw my neatly trimmed mound…Soon he lowered his head and explored me with his tongue. I was wet and out of my mind with the need to cum. He ran his tongue around the inside of my pussy lips, stopping to lick up the juices that were flowing, but staying clear of my throbbing clitoris. His hands held firmly to my thighs, keeping me from wriggling enough to get him to touch my clit and make me cum. I started to reach my own hand down to relieve myself, but he held my wrist and. Another boy, I might not be so sure about, but Tommy really likes you. I have confidence in him not to say things that will hurt you. Even if you don't eventually get married, I think that he will keep last night a secret." Oh, my God, Mom, I hadn't even thought about marriage. I'm much too young! Oh, you are teasing me! That's a dirty trick. One day, I'll get you back for that."Well, I managed to survive the day and night, and was recovered enough to return to school. Mom assured me that I was. Therefore, my fingers move further up until I feel her undies. I hear a little moan from my date but otherwise the student and my friend both just sit there with legs open while the professor's and my fingers running up and down the crotches of two amazing women. The student suddenly stands up and slowly removes her stockings. She has never worn any panties - just stockings and suspenders. While she tortures the professor with a striptease she stares at him half mocking,half lascvicious..