The smell of her perfume was soft and sweet.My hips moved down and hers up; I felt my shaft slip down between her thighs and when I moved back up, it ...ubbed across the wet slick opening of her sex deeper between her thighs and up along her slit in the front. I felt her give a little shiver and the soft murmur was back, deeper and longer. Where her ass had been cold and dry earlier, this was warm and slippery. I continued to move my hips slowly and gently as hers matched mine, stroke for stroke.. Why not a classmate?Of course, there's a big difference between allowing touching when it's requested and soliciting volunteers to touch me. I was about to decline when I saw Lisa. She was grinning from ear to ear and nodding eagerly."Okay," I said. "Could Lisa help me?"Mr. Walker smiled."Certainly. Come on up, Lisa."He hadn't even finished talking before Lisa was in front of me, on her knees, and looking closely at my penis. She lifted my penis gently and pulled back in surprise when she saw. “You know what the worst part is,” I asked.“Not getting laid on a regular basis,” Denise replied with a laugh and a smile.“You know me too well...”We both laughed and started working on closing up. I went to the front of the store and locked the doors and then grabbed the vacuum. Denise started counting down the cash drawer and preparing the night deposit. I finished vacuuming and went to make sure the backdoor was locked and bolted. By the time I got back to the front, Denise was done with the. I grin, and she rolls her sparkling, ocean blue eyes, and she says "What? What's so funny?" I start to help clean up. "Nothing's funny. Except that you're cleaning the kitchen table, and noone asked," I say. Jessica, who's friends all talk about sex, tells us to get a room. Amy, whom is clearly embarrased, just says "I'll be in my room." I watch her put down her sponge, and thank her for helping. When her door closes, I turn to Jessica. "Couch. Now," I hiss. I follow her into our living room,.