And her tiny hands could sure bring forth a volume of hot jizz, which she cleaned up neatly with her active librarian’s tongue. I wasn’t sure if I...wanted to get in Cindy’s pussy (she was in her mid-thirties and she looked as if she had definitely been “well-circulated.”) But I remembered that song “Marian the Librarian” and imagined it quietly to myself, as she hummed her librarian’s tune on my flute.OCLC had a “no fraternization” policy somewhere in their Human Resource policies, but… fuck it!. Her reaction was surprising, yet it wasn't. She always responded when a tan looked at her the way her son was. Responded, yes, but she never allowed a man to know her reactions.Feeling ashamed of herself, she glanced at the front of her son's pants. A faint flush of shame covered her face, and she quickly tuned back to the road. Her son had seen the pretty girl, looked up her dress, and he had gotten extremely horny, his cock pressing at his pants. He had not been ashamed of looking, either.. " I might have guessed." Come on. I'll show you the studio."She took me to a heavy, sound-proof door and tugged it open with two hands. Inside was a whole mess of electronic equipment. There were monitors, mixing boards, synthesizers, computer keyboards, and speakers all over the place. Behind that was another door, this one leading into an audio recording studio with a rather expensive-looking microphone dangling from a boom stand. There was a video monitor hanging from the ceiling in one. I wore a black mini dress over black seamed stockings and could barely walk in the heels I had on. We ended up at a friend's house for a little party. There were three other guys there and you paraded me around. The guys moved the coffee table so I could stand right in front of them. I was getting turned on and started to do a little sexy dancing, rubbing and fondling my tits and turning around and lifting my dress to show off my arse. You told the guys to get their pants off and sit on the.