" And when I sucked on it?" she asked with a knowing smile."Oh, Diane, that felt wonderful, really great. And so does this." It was fun to suck on it,...I really liked it. And I could tell you did, too." You can do that any time you want, Diane, any time at all." You and every boy I've ever known. Every boy I've dated wanted me to do it. But today was the first time. I'm glad you liked it." I loved it. I love everything with you, Diane, everything." We haven't done everything yet, Jeremy, but we. The other went between her legs. His pleasure came first but she was allowed to masturbate afterwards as long as she remembered to look up into his eyes and keep his manhood between her lips. She rubbed the flushed lips of her vagina for only a few minutes before she felt the heat rising in her belly. Her stomach muscles stiffened and she shook grunting in orgasm the cock in her mouth muffling the sound of her pleasure. She wanted to close her eyes and toss her head back so a lusty scream. I softly explained what I was doing as I loaded the thread, filled the bobbin and threaded the machine, hoping this would keep it from being confused and doing something awful to my sewing. It seemed to work, pieces of cloth began to assemble into something resembling a blouse. I was amazed, I uttered not one unfeminine word during the entire process, the blouse was finished and all that remained was to sew on the buttons.I should have known better, it was just too easy. The machine worked. As I walked across the campus Friday afternoon, I couldn't help but enjoy the scenery –no really, the scenery. The university is situated in the most beautiful surroundings. I regretted, for a minute or two, that I hadn't brought my wife along to see it. She had never been here, having attended college elsewhere.But then I started noticing the rest of the scenery – yes, the young female sort. Ah, youth is wasted on the young, just as they say. I no longer regretted being a temporary geographic.