I took this as a sign she was getting as turned on as I was. I moved backup her legs and started to massage the cheeks of her ass. My hand slidunder...her G-string bottoms. She seemed to relax the more I rubbed. I putmore oil on my hands and continued to tell her how he had teased my assholewith his finger. I brushed my finger over her butt hole and she pushedback against it. The tip of my finger slipped in a little and before Iknew what was happening she was pushing back harder onto my. Easier said than done... With a sigh, she followed Professor Salinger into his office. It wasn't at all what she expected. The typical college-issued clunker of a metal desk and torn vinyl office chair were nowhere to be found. In their place were a grand oak roll top desk and a high-backed burgundy leather swivel chair. And the walls were literally lined from floor to ceiling with bookcases. Allison longed to browse the enormous collection of books, but that would have to wait.Colin Salinger. "Well, let us make the proper arrangements, then!" Mr. Jennings raised his glass. "To Italy!"Marlowe tried to keep the dismay from his face as the rest of the glasses were raised with laughter and good cheer. Still, there was plenty of time to excuse himself from the trip. He wondered how he could do it gracefully, without risking his mother's ire. He barely spoke through the rest of dessert, preoccupied as he was with his plotting. "How about the gentlemen go for a smoke in the study?'. I bounced them up and down lewdly in the palm of my hands, each small bottom cheek occupying one of my warm palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the movement of my hands, smiling at the soft protest of this indignity uttered by becky. I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and taste of her milky white hillocks. I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more.