I moaned in response and kissed her back, reaching down to grab her ass and pulling her body tightly to me."Wait," she said and turned and locked both...doors to the bathroom. "I don't think we want an audience this time."I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that she had known that Jessica was watching us when we had sex.Sandy grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the toilet. She put the lid down and said, "Sit down."I sat on the toilet, my penis dripping, pointing at the ceiling, and pulsing. It’s the usual now. However it lands on my leg. Mixed reactions flow through me. He starts to gently sway his hand on my thigh. Slowly approaching the inner soft thigh and with more finger movements. It tickles! All this within about a minute. I don’t know what to do? Should I tell him to stop? Then in a low husky whisper he asks ‘Are you liking it?’ A spontaneous reply I make, ‘Stop it!’ I Take his hand and kept it aside. Silence for some time. I may be doing silent reading but a tornado of. "How do you feel?" Okay," she answered, her voice seeming to come from the glass. "I don't think I want to come out again for a while though." That's okay, I want to try something else right now, see if it will work and if it makes a difference. Trade places with me." What?"I didn't answer, just stepped into the mirror, as I did I could feel her being forced out behind me, or through me, either way, I was suddenly somewhere else staring out of a hole in space at the three of them. I didn't. "7. Where are the model's handsplaced, or positioned?" I actually felt tears well up in my eyes as theyellow dot illuminated the model's hands, which were clasped, verydemurely, I thought, over her crotch, hiding all but a few of theswirling strands of her pubic hair. I'd scored yet another correctresponse, and my score was now thirty points.Professor Emile read the next question: "8. Which part of the model isnot shown in the photograph?" The model, standing next to a rough-barkedtree,.