“Well, tell me, Jisu. What do you like? I’m just trying to help you generate topics here. I’m not prying into your personal life.” For once sh... smiled back. She hesitated a moment. “I like reading novels.” “Novels? That’s great. Oh good. We have something we can talk about after all.” She laughed, with a slight amount of tension across her face. “Can I go out there and… work on my essay?” “Yeah. Of course. Next week, I’m making the topic about novels, just for you. I want to hear everything you. Andrew leaned in for a kiss. His kisses were soft and direct. An open mouth tongue kiss made me more hornier. Andrew worked his kisses to my ear as he whispered how he'd like to make hot love to me. His hand held the other side of my face as he tongued my ear and kept telling me he wants me. My hand was stroking his thickness as he grew harder. My pussy twitched when his hand traveled south and just brushed my nipples. Andrew asked me to ride with him back to his house. I slid out of. I had to admit to myself that what prompted this was the desire to experience both Ninve's breasts and Sandra's mouth at once, as well as not to deny either them their wish to serve me. Both women were remarkable lovers in their own right, with kinks particular to them. Sandra seemed to take every opportunity to play with my asshole, for example, mostly using her fingers. She loved to massage my prostate with those wonderful digits of hers. Ninve seemed to be rather fond of having me slip my. G still rambling on about something. “Hello, Anna.” He then turned his attention back to Mrs. Gradle, nodding and answering her few questions. When Mrs. G finally left, Anna and George were alone. An old memory of him rejecting her flashed through her mind, they had been alone, right outside the lunch room. She swallowed a soft sigh, her big brown eyes meeting his pools of blue. “How’ve you been?” He stammered, a large hand running through his hair. “I’m fine. Just wanted to see my former.