..? Was...? How...?” was all she could get out.I didn’t know what to say. There was no denying it, that I’d just had an orgasm right in front of...her, so I defaulted to my tried and true ‘if you’ve can’t deny it, just own it,’ and gave her a naughty wink and put a finger to my lips, nodding and making out like I was letting her into a naughty secret and hoping she’d play along.To my relief she did, and proceeded to try and ask a hundred questions all in the same breath. I could only laugh and. Finally she ripped the material down her arm and frantically attempted topull it around her moist back. Once again the material clung to her dampskin and prolonged her efforts to cover herself. Her large breasts rockedside-to-side as she shook the blouse loose and pushed her arm in the othersleeve.Jenna was gasping for air in disbelief of her difficulties, of all times tostruggle getting dressed, why now? She felt the eyes of the students roamher naked body. She could almost feel them like tiny. This was one of the peak moments of practiced eroticism, with office in full bloom you are being blown right there (place is censored due to graphic nature of acts performed there) For us it was more of a yo-yo affair, more than we being together, we did it by putting somebody else under the axe. For sexual pleasures this would have gone fine, but we were going no where with the relation. No longer did we have time to look into each others work, but still we cared for each other. It was too. “He’s right there,” she said, indicating several picnic tables on a little knoll across the lot from us. A guy was sitting at one of the tables but I couldn’t tell if he was black or white or young or old. There were trees near the tables up there and the whole area was bathed in shadows. He stood up when she got out of the car. “Are you coming?” she asked.“Not yet, baby,” I joked, squeezing my dick suggestively, “but I will be in a minute.”“Very funny,” she said, blowing me a kiss. But she.