I ran the tip of my tongue across them, then gently eased it between them. She gasped slightly, but didn't resist. I eased it in a bit further and the... the tip of my tongue met the tip of hers. It was so sweet, so intimate. Fire swept through my pussy as I softly caressed her tongue with mine. She moaned, pressing herself ever more urgently against me and I knew she was loving it. Soon, she was trying to do it herself, probing more positively with her tongue, easing it between my lips. What. We should party sometime. To Be Continued. Just check if there’s some glasses for a Smith or a Smythe or anyone starting with S, okay? They’re paid for already. ‘Sall good. You get back on campus early with $400 glasses stashed in your milkshake cup, and you stall, walk in circles, smoke two Chinese cigarettes in ten minutes, take the elevator up all ten floors. Incredible view, like the view you admired when you were fingering that realtor against the huge panels of penthouse glass. I did it on my way to work, hoping for but not expecting a reply. To my surprise, I get a text asking what was up. I ask her if she wanted to come over for a beer so we could talk. She said ok... I never expected that. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I know I wanted to fuck her. I know I wanted to suck her big tits, but I have to feel her out first.I get home to get ready for who knows what. I know what I want, but how to get it, gotta see. She comes over and rings the bell. It's early. The pro’s and con’s were talked over and over until near lunch time Kathy stood and asked, "Who would like a repeat of this course if Jeremy and Margaret will let us come again?" Everyone put their hands up. "Who would like it to be the ‘real’ workhouse experience with punishments like we’ve seen?" Again everyone voted for it although Janet hesitated. Sarah asked if they would like another corn dolly or straw weaving course and if so, could she be a ‘real’ workhouse teacher with a strap like.