.sliding lower...Your tongue enters my warmth's...my body jerks...my low moans escape me... My legs tighten around you... Your fingers caressing my sw...llen clit. As you move your tongue in an out...deeper with each stroke...my hands in your hair... Pulling you closer... My juices running down your tongue...my sweetness stirring the flames within you...My hips rock back and forth on your tongue... Faster you move...deeper... You feel my pussy gripping your tongue...it pulls you deeper inside.... As the figures moved in a circle, they started to chant louder, in what sounded like a strange version of the Egyptian she had grown used to hearing. Each time their voices got louder, they stepped a little further apart, and sprinkled some powder on a small fire burning in the center of the group.As one of the figures danced in front of her a little of the smoke from the thrown powder blew back in Tamara's direction and tickled her nose. Before she could control it, a sneeze exploded. So much so that she had me exploding all over her and the wall in no time at all. I had to hold on to the wall to keep from collapsing on the floor. When I had recovered enough I reciprocated washing her from head to toe. She also had a nice orgasm while I held her up in an embrace. We did manage to get out just as the water was cooling off reminding me that I needed to get a bigger water heater.All dried off we made a naked bee line to the bed and jumped in. Her orgasm in the shower was so. But this was art school and I hadn’t done anything wrong as far as I knew. Mr. Michaels was a good guy, though, and I didn’t think he cared if I was seen smoking on school property. His wife taught there too, sculpting, and they’d both been at the school forever. He really surprised me. “I was wondering if you’d have any interest in modeling for my advanced drawing class on Thursday nights?” he asked. “We’re losing our model and we’d pay you, of course.” I loved the idea of making some extra.