She commiserated with me over losing Karen, and when she heard about my little ritual of putting some of Karen's ashes to the wind in pretty locales, ...he expressed a wish to show me a special place that I might like to use for Louisiana.I learned much about Lacie's life too: born in New Orleans, schooled at Tulane, and a law degree from Penn, she'd come back to Louisiana, passed the bar, and opened up a practice that covered about anything that came in the door. Her more interesting cases in. Moving my hands from your tummy to your breasts, cupping your gorgeous breasts in my hands, kneading the soft flesh through your sports bra.~ Opening my eyes, looking directly at you, giggling to myself… sliding my own hand up under my wife beater, tracing my pointer finger around my areola and around my hard nipple… moaning very quietly, sounding almost like a sigh, knowing that no one in the classroom would think anything of a sigh, except for you. I make sure you see that I’m playing. ''Yeah, you're right, ' she sighed.'Look, don't feel pressured. If you're feeling uncomfortable, we're covered for tonight. After that just make an excuse. If you're not ready just keep quiet until you trust us all more, ' I reassured her, before I returned my discussion to the others. Luckily telepathic conversations happen pretty quickly in real time, and I'd been getting better at it lately, so I don't think they noticed, too much, at least.I guess the scheduled rotation was out the window. But before we get around to that, here's your first treat of the day. She started to descend on my face, stopping a matter of inches above my face. I looked up at her pretty white panties with devotion. "You can kiss them." I tried, harder than you would believe possible, but she was just too far. "Please baby, please come a little lower." She lowered herself, but so quickly I didn't even have time to plant a kiss on her outline. Just a quick touch of the fabric to my lips and I was enthralled..