.Emma's really putting me under her spell while we're eating. She's been wearing a nice, simple yet pretty, black dress under her coat. Her shoulders ...nd cleavage are not exactly naked because it's winter, but the white shirt underneath the dress molds her shapes nicely, and the little black stockings I've been able to glimpse between the top of the knee high boots and the bottom of the dress feels like the right kind of see through. Her lips are full, rehearsed by a subtle shade of red. I want. I loved the “That’s a big pee.” from Pat. I shook myself with extra care before I tucked myself into my pants.“Where and where to?” I asked again. I reached for one of Andrea’s food boxes but she pulled back.“Your hands are gross.” I opened my mouth. She took a fingerful of Ohs and slipped into my mouth. She smiled when I sucked on her fingers. I spit out a flake. She lost her smile.“It looks to be about sixteen deep and we’re at row three.” Pat explained, “Or fourteen depending how you look at. And then, after a while, I began to dress.Two....The plane lands, and I pick up my bags, somewhat slurry wise. Still incontrol, everything is moving easy. I'm safe and still in the airport, sothere's no commitment made. It's only for a weekend, but still, it wassuggested, determined, actually, I should bring most of my stuff.Options, he had said.Two duffle bags and I'm walking to the door for a taxi.I see her at the same time she sees me. She's in a short denim skirt,high heels and a denim vest. There was definitely not time for me to shower so I kissed Rob, squeezed his cock and took off for my car. I was twenty minutes late for my lesson with Ms. Jean and I profusely apologized for my lateness and also for my attire. I was still a bit sweaty from rushing about before and after my quickie with Rob. Ms. Jean understood despite seeming irritated at my tardiness. Then I began to worry as I could smell my own sex. Rob’s cum was trickling from my pink slit and collecting in my panties as.