I was determined to make her cum harder than she ever had. Not only did I want to shower as much ecstasy on her as I could, I wanted everyone watching...to see how much I loved giving her pleasure. I began firmly stroking my finger in and out of Sandra's pussy and swirling my tongue over her labia and clit. She responded by thrusting even harder against my mouth. I heard the swish of her own hands rubbing over her nipples, a signal that knew meant she was getting closer to orgasm. With my mouth. I want to stop and pick up wine ... no, I can't buy it but you can. You're twenty-one, right? ... Twenty-two? ... I don't know why I thought you were ... no, I believe you. You're mature enough to be twenty-two ... no, really, you are ... I told you to wear something black ... no, not slinky ... what time? ... no, what time should I come? ... will that give you enough time to get ready? ... Okay, I'll pick something out but I'm not going to fucking dress you ... no, I didn't mean it that way. Susan, of course, was anything but thrilled. As she moved to the spot I had occupied on Monday, she shot an angry look at Bridget and me. As she adjusted her position, Ms. Prothrow leaned in and said something quietly in her ear. At a guess, something like what she said to me on Monday.As she had with me, Ms. Prothrow gave the class a guided tour of Susan's genitals. As she did so, Susan went through a variety of expressions, some of which seemed to show involuntary arousal. The latter seemed. At last she pressed her open cunt to his hairy loins, rubbed her enormously extended clit, squeezed inside, and gave a shriek as she went wild."Ah-hh, Nick! I'm off, burning, oh Nick, I'm cumming, cumming, Nick I'm CUMMING!"He, pulling her tits, humping at her fuckhole, was grinning."Let it go, honey," he cried. "Let it all go!"Her vagina and flattened-out pussy lips felt like a great funnel filled with jelly, squashing loudly as she slid and squirmed on him. Her squashed clit, enormous, seemed.