He tugged at my panties and I felt them ride up between my ass, pulling my engorged clit back between my legs. He knew my clit was freed, uninhibited,...and this was his way of teasing me, teasing my little clitty. So much for worrying about being embarrassed if it suddenly were to have sprung loose or doubting that he didn't know what he was getting into. I felt his hand glide over my ass, no longer were my panties a barrier for his touch. I moaned softly.His hands moved slowly, pulling the. She seemed to enjoy this as she made little muffled squealing noises as she tried to take off her top. I helped her do this and she knelt there in her sexy black bra and squeezed some more pre cum out of my dick. Then she rubbed the tip on her nose, getting it all sticky, and looked up at me with appealing eyes.I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply as I fumbled with the strap of her bra. Her eager tongue wrestled with mine as we made out. She tasted. Home at last, I tore off my clothes and stood before the mirror in my brightly lit bathroom. Visible as clear as the sun were tan lines on my skin. The outline of a bra on my chest and back - even the lines of the garter belts were clear. Where it hadn't been covered, my skin was dark and richly tanned. It had been real! She was out there, somewhere, to be found again. I could see those eyes once more.She had left me a keepsake as well. The pink panties, so embarrassingly pretty with their lace. "Sit on the stool." She said. I could not believe that she was going to go through the entire lesson still. I did as I was told though. She came around front and then said, "Remove your clothes." I did so in a hurry and sat back down. "I want you to just feel. There is just you, your passion and the music. Nothing else." I sat there naked, arms poised over the keyboard and cock limp and wet, but not for long.She began to strip. Kamari first loosened her belt, then after unfastening a zipper at.