The fabric is saturating with your juices and you know that the wet spot will soon be visible through the cloth. He pushes the fabric into you, stroki...g the increasingly wet cloth against your slit. Your hips start to move as you try to increase the pressure and try to get more direct contact but he backs off in response, denying you your growing need to be stroked harder. He strums along your fabric-coated slit, riding up and down your lips, first just the outer ones, then working his way to. But for some reason I liked the sound of the words and I found myself repeating them. Tits, Boobs, Ass, Asshole, Pussy, Cunt slit, clit, etc. As he said the words he pointed to he woman's body parts. Then he brought out a man and had him strip. I learned prick, cock, pecker, dick, hard on, balls, nuts, sack, etc.Next he had the man and women demonstrate different ways of kissing. Then they demonstrated how the man can stimulate the woman by kissing and sucking on her tits and nipples and then. As I walked through the what seemed to be many miles of corridor I could hardly contain the feelings of excitement and anxiety, I pictured her soft features, ample breasts and beautiful glistening pussy in my head, I head only ever viewed them before by the odd naughty picture sent to my phone, now I would see and taste her for real.She is much more experienced than me I thought to myself, anxious that I would not be able to please my heartbeat had grown to a terrifying crescendo. I took solace. Philip could almost read Bethany's mind as they'd spent the afternoon there naked in each other's arms and he smacked her on the ass as she walked out the door and he wasn't sure but he thought he'd seen a hint of a sexy "you know I'm good" smile as Bethany glanced back at him.As Philip sat in his large easy chair at home that night, he thought back over the afternoon session he'd enjoyed with Bethany. He had thoroughly enjoyed all of it and even Bethany's hot arrogant bitchiness added a note.