"Sorry. Helen, I'd like you to meet Denise." You're lovely," Helen noticed. "I've had quite an evening learning the complicated relationships in this ...ouse. How are you... ?"Harold interrupted. "I should have told you, Helen. Until tonight I planned on marrying this lovely creature." Oh. I hope..." I discovered I'm more comfortable with you." Comfortable? Of course. But my dear Harold, you're a man, obviously, and she..." Yes she is, but..."Denise took Helen's hands and knelt before her.. Like all the college kids today, she dressed in a way that showed off her physical attributes and the professor could not help but to smile as she walked up to his desk. “Professor,” she said in an excited voice, “I think I found an Indian burial mound.” Native American culture and western folklore was one of the professor’s real obsessions. His heart almost skipped a beat as she continued with her story. “One of my girlfriends has a cabin in down state Indiana. I’ve seen these big mounds. She loved when he fucked her but he had problems keeping his cock hard during intercourse (so he said) so most times he would ask her to suck him off. The only problem with this was she would never let him cum in her mouth, instead she would make him pull out and cum into a napkin or something. Often times while she was sucking his cock he would tell her he knew someday she would let him cum in her mouth most times she either didnt reply or she would give him a maybe. The next part is where. God, did this ever feel good! Fred continued petting Carol Ann’s breasts and, as he did, he discovered that her bra’s clasp was located between the lovely mounds of flesh adorning her chest. He flicked it open, then his hands slid onto her warm flesh and her rock-hard nipples pressed into his palms. ‘Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!’ Carol Ann moaned. Damn, he was making her feel wild! This was freaky! Fred thrust one of his hands between her legs, forcing the mini-skirt up as his hand slid up between her.