Now normally my choice of woman would not have been as described but over a period of several weeks I became fixated with her. Her daily routine becam... almost a study course for me and I was fascinated with her body, the soft movements within the light cotton fabric of her clothes, the ample swell of her breasts and the tantalising glimpses of bare breast as she leant over. I became quite familiar with her through those lenses.After a while I decided to meet her and feigned a reason for going. I was once again burning with the need for him by the time I rinsed off.Turning around to face him, I took the sponge from his hands. Mimicking his actions, I take time lathering him up. My hands lingered at his crotch, where I cupped and massaged his sack, then stroked his cock until he growled at me to move on. I knelt and cleaned him down to his feet, then looked up at him and licked the tip of his hard, bobbing dick. He gasped quietly, his fingers getting tangled in my hair. She could see. I could only see the back of her head, her long braid almost reaching to the ground. One of his big hands was grabbing her head tightly to push her beautiful face onto his cock. "Look up at me you little slut!" he commanded, and she followed without hesitation.Her head moved back and forth, allowing his cock to enter between her sweet lips with every movement, as she was sucking his cock with loud slurping noises. She looked up at him with her innocent blue eyes, while he was starting to force. I only had the one class today anyway and it wasn’t until after lunch. I just hit the books and hoped John may ask me out, he was looking like a good catch.3:30 came and right on time John showed. The rain was relentless and I was so grateful I wasn’t going to be standing at bus stops without an umbrella. We both ran to the car and climbed in as fast as possible, which wasn’t enough to not soak my dress and cause it to cling to me, exposing my nipples which have a habit of popping up at.