I roll you back onto your back, you feel my breath on your face just an instant before I kiss you hard on the mouth, biting your lower lip. I stop and...pull away... you can hear the clinking from the glass as I reach for another ice cube. You feel it between my lips at the nape of your neck. You reach out and put your fingers in my hair, gently guiding my head to your left breast. I place small kisses all the way around and lick gently but quickly under the bottom curve. You feel the ice cube. I planted wet kisses around her waist, and flicked my tongue, slowly getting closer to her lady bits. I burried my face in her warm pussy, and she ran her hands through my hair. With my face shoved between her legs, I couldn’t be sure if she liked it or not, but I explored her like there was no tomorrow. I shoved two fingers in and out furiously, yet tenderly. She squirmed a little, and I continued, moving my tongue in precise patterns along her wet pussy walls. She was moaning now, and pulled. I rolled her off of me and said I told her I wanted to make love to her all night long. She looked up at me and said “the condoms are on the nighstand” I grabbed one tore it open and ripped it in half...damn I was nervous! She giggled a bit and said she would open the next one. So I handed it to her and she opened it and I asked her if she wanted to put it on. She said her nails may rip it and I giggled, after my last go round, could I do any better! I did, I rolled that latex bag over my hard. But whether she is a bitch like you say or not, she still stands between you and a diploma. She still can determine how hard or how easy you have it from here on out. You have to pass her class to earn the credits you need to graduate."So you two will have to come to some sort of understanding. I'm not saying you have to be 'besties' and go shopping and get your hair done together. But you do have to work together to get the job done." I try, Mr. Longfellow, but I hate her class. In all my.