. she had to have more time to think about it, or... or get used to the idea... whatever, even with the carnal sensations wildly racing helter-skelter...in her soft belly and day-long provoked loins. But the latter, she was very soon going to look after! Oooohhhhhh... she had to, or she might just ignite! Yes, and maybe three or four times for good measure, the torridly flushed young wife contemplated in her privacy.Setting gin bottle, an ample supply of tonic, along with ice and her plate of. .i felt her breath on my pussy…oh my god…then her tongue on my clit…gently flicking over it..her fingers sliding inside me….her husband kissing and sucking my nipples…..moving up to kiss my face, my lips, i started to forget where i was…Amy moved round so her pussy was above my face while she continued to lick mine…starting to finger me harder and harder…her husband started to stroke his cock…i looked up at her tight wet pussy, moving my fingers over it in fascination…i slide my finger inside. Taking it, she moved in closer, wrapping her arms around my neck waiting for me to pull her closer still with my hands on her ass. When I didn’t respond fast enough she took them and placed them on her ass, pressing her pelvis against mine. “Can I ask you something?” she whispered loud enough to be heard over the music. “Sure” I said, nodding to make sure she understood. “What’s behind the red door?” she asked coyly.My mind raced to come up with something but nothing came to mind, I decided to. She couldn't explain why she went from concerned observer to being overtaken by an unbelievable urge not to leave his side. She just knew she couldn't leave until she knew he was all right. The strange thing was that those few words he spoke to her while waking were probably the most he'd ever spoken to her in one sitting. He generally avoided the students, giving occasional instruction or analysis of uncovered artifacts. He spoke little to the guys and almost nothing to her alone. Given how.