Melinda was about as strong in English classes as I used to be in Math classes. (Basically, I sucked at Math.) So she hired me to help her improve her...essay writing. For a few weeks one semester, I used to meet this girl every Saturday morning at the college library and tutor her for about an hour and a half, sometimes two hours.One Saturday, I woke up and reached over for Carla's warm buns on sunny display beside me. Then I remembered it was Saturday and I had to meet Melinda. I groaned,. ...I have caught you looking me over sooooo many times and if I don't catch you, usually Kat or Stasi will. They think it's funny as hell. I've never told them that I love catching you looking me over. It makes me feel good.''Wel....uh....Andrea....''Oh and I'm wearing this too.' Just then, my phone buzzed, indicating I'd received a text. I quickly punched the appropriate buttons on the phone and was greeted by a selfie of her wearing a very sexy hiphugger lace black panty. Her right hand was. . How do I say it?The depths of her deep “canyon”---where my nose was---that very center of her nether universe---was…Moist.No ... more like ... wet.Actually ... more like ... sloshy wet.She had eased into position on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her “ass dew” into my facial skin. I wondered if it would clog my pores. I wondered. Anyway, I was sitting their dreaming about surfing, and decided to lie down and feel the wet sand on my backside and put my feet in the edge of the water so I could feel the motion of the ocean. Wow, that rhymes.I was extremely relaxed and enjoying myself and I had my eyes closed. I then sensed that someone was standing next to me. Maybe it was because he was blocking the sun.I opened my eyes and there stood a sort of handsome man about 45 years old with greying temples, wearing a white tee.