"I'm back on watch now." she concluded, kissing him again -passionately- before leaving.Ron watched her go and turned back to the fuel rods and frowne.... It didn't last long as the smile returned to his face.Over the next few months, Ron ordered new fuel rods from several sources. When asked about the return of his old ones he told his suppliers that they had built their own deep disposal facility beneath the University. The suppliers were dubious, but didn't argue as it saved them a. I pulled some towel and dried moist my pussy, he began being more obvious and turned to face me as he wanked. I was enjoying the attention so lifted my skirt and began to slowly run my fingers down my slit as it was craving my attention. His cock must have been between 7" - 8" and fairly thick. I continued rubbing my pussy as he did his cock, he walked over to me and said something in a thick french accent (I speak french but I have no idea what he said!) He took his right hand and put it onto. " she said"well i always had more time then everyone" i said"ive always finished my homework in school and never had to study in my life" i added"yeah we all dont have the greatest gift ever" she said"well it isnt always a gift" i said"what do you mean" she said"you know when you think you heard someone say something behind your back" or lie to you but then you forget what they say or did" i said"um yeah i think everyone does" she said" well i dont forget anything, i remember every little. Simone leaned forward and hummed a little soft tune that Madame LaRousse did not recognize.She had done this several times before for this little flirt.Simone spread her legs sending a signal to Madame LaRousse that she wanted some attention to her heated pussy slit as well. The older woman grasped her hip firmly and began to stroke her dripping pussy with experienced and gentle fingers. Soon Simone was gasping and her humming changed into little unintelligible whimpers of sheer unadulterated.