Almost dripping, her pussy was hot to the touch. I gently used my middle finger to trace the outline of her pussy lips. Slowly I worked my finger into...the folds. Between my hand movements and nipple sucking, Wendy was holding onto me with all her might. I slipped a second finger into her snatch and gently caressed her pussy. My fingers were soaked. I moved my right arm around her back as far as I could to get some leverage. I switched to sucking her other nipple and quickened the pace of my. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." Trish apologized, the smile still there. "I didn't tell my friends what you said." Tell them what you want. I don't fucking care." I held the jacket in front of me, before swirling it around and pulling it on in a theatrical flourish. I really didn't care, and the feeling was liberating. It just didn't seem to matter to me.I turned back to the street, scanning up and down for a cab."Henry? Are you gonna be all right?" Trish's voice was quiet, but totally. It was his opinion that his job was to teach students how to think about history and to form opinions based upon knowledge rather than repeating trite answers given by others.He turned to the class and said, “I hope that you noticed a few key points of our young colleague’s observations. First, understanding the situation goes beyond reading a few sources. You have to investigate the full context in which the events occurred. This involves asking and answering many questions beyond the primary. "While I do love you like a sister, I am havinga hard time thinking of you as my sister. Richard was right about onething, I am jealous when it comes to you. Last summer, I was jealouswhen you decided to spend the summer in Italy and when I heard thestories about you and Marco. I am not sure if this is too soon, or evenwanted, but I would like to be more than your "brother." I would like tobe your boyfriend."I started crying and said yes, I would love to be his girlfriend as longas we could.