It felt so good I had to hold his head there! Hmm, did I hold your hair too tightly? I’m getting wet just writing about this *blush* His hand reache... out and caressed my thighs, moved under my skirt between my legs and I tell you, the moment his fingers touched my thong covered clit I came so hard I didn’t have the breath to moan. He proceeded to move my thong aside and continued to finger me. I didn’t start counting how many times I orgasmed, just enjoyed the ride. Mind you the car park was. Miss Worden could play, play brilliantly, and -- presumably -- had no harpsichord. Merely stating the problem made the solution obvious to him.It might seem less obvious to her. Miss Worden was not a professional musician; she was a professional governess. She was the orphan daughter of a clergyman and, thus, a gentlewoman -- one who might have ridiculous reservations about taking employment in a rather isolated bachelor establishment.It seemed to him, though, that bachelors, or at least. He knew just whereto lick her, soon his tongue danced over the swollen nub, after hours ofvicious fucking the sudden feeling of gently caressing made her hips move.Fingers that had simulated her nipples now tickled her; her own lubricationallowed them to slip and tantalizingly slide over her inner lips. She shook herhead, the fact that she couldn?t see what was happening to her heighten thesensitivity, her hips rolled on the bed, the tongue worked faster, the fingerssearched inside, looking for. But his friends were and they came over enough that they thought it necessary to keep a supply there. So he always had it on hand, and since no official from the university or his family ever came by, it never really was that much of a problem to deal with. So he grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped it open, sat on the couch next to her and her bags, and handed her a drink. She was rubbing her eyes when he did, but when her head turned up to take a sip, he took a good long look at her. And he.