I pushed my shoulders against her thighs and started eating out her pussy. I used my tongue and licked her clit till she was dripping wet. She was pum...ing her pussy against my face; I loved it.I pulled my face away from her cunt and she moaned. I got up on the bed on my back and had her straddle my face in a sixty-nine position. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and squeezed her ass while tonguing her pussy. She in turn had half of my cock in her mouth, giving me a great blow job.All I heard. I give Karen a lot of the credit for that.We were lucky they were the first to arrive. Alexander and Melinda were doing the home equivalent of, "Are we there yet?" They started right after breakfast with, "Are they here yet?" We must have heard that at least a hundred times in less than four hours. With their arrival came blessed relief.Betty looked at us and a range of emotions played across her face like the views of a hologram seen from different angles. It wasn't difficult to read. I had. With one of his hands resting on her lower back the other held one of hers and brought it to his shoulder, pulling her body close to his. Pressing in, she felt weird dancing, her bare skin rubbing against his clothing, but the sexiness was undeniable and she pressed her face into his strong chest, adoring the feel of his hand on her skin.His fingers fanned out over her back, feeling how small she was, how soft and firm her skin, her hair just brushing against his bare chest in the gap of his. He teased me a bit about it, which was fair enough I guess; Said that he hoped my courses weren't as painful as my sessions had been; suggested that students would pay more attention if I taught class in a gown and mortar board. That sort of thing. Laugh a minute — you can imagine."Anyway, I was at a theme park the following weekend; ... on one of those scary rides that throw you around the sky until you're not sure if you're going to get to the end before your breakfast. And, I thought, why.