”“Aye, but it’s time to move into the future,” he quipped.“Totally.”The stage was clear of both other bands’ equipment now, so we spent ...ome time setting up our gear. Surprisingly, yet another band was auditioning so we were restricted to half of the stage. It was a group of three girls who I was fairly certain were juniors at our school.The theatre tech crew rearranged the cables and monitors for us as we plugged in. We tuned and warmed up quietly as a female singer belted out a musical number. As I relaxedour legs touched again and I got that itch in my cunt again. I wanted to touch myselfand let my hand slip down toward my cunt. As I was slipping my hand under my shorts andpanties, I felt Cindy's hand come to rest on my thigh.I froze. I tried to move my leg away but her hand just slipped onto the hand I hadslipped under my shorts. My pussy was really itching now that her hand was so closeto my cunt. I slipped my hand out as hers fell against my crotch. I repositionedmyself so that. The words probably did as much to drive her toward her next peak as my cock or fingers did and soon, we were both climaxing as I felt tiny contractions ripple through her pussy.My first thought was, Oh boy! Here she comes. But after our orgasms subsided, so did the contraction and baby seemed as firmly lodged inside Lissa as ever.We’d barely taken a breath after that last orgasm when the bedroom door opened and Wendy came in.“Coffee?” she asked.Mom announced that she and Gypsy would stay with. Good thing I looked." I smiled and said, "It's okay." "You look lost, miss. May I help you?" "Well, I'm... I'm..." I reached into my bag and pulled out the ad and continued, "I'm Looking for Professor Dubin." When I looked at him, holding the ad, his eyes got wider as he looked me over. It made me a little uneasy, but I had already made up my mind. I should have expected it. I knew then I was standing in front of the professor who'd posted the ad. "You found him. And the ad I see. Please,.