Frankie rose and went upstairs to empty her bladder and felt her wetness and, she knew just what she was going to do when she walked back downstairs.S...e went up to the blinds and pulled them closed and walked over to the sofa he was sat on, I am wearing the red pants she purred, would you like to see? She pulled them above the top of her jeans and felt her pussy twinge with the soft lace material, Bob pulled her not too gently towards him and undid her belt and jeans, pushing his fingers. The same thing had happened in English Literature earlier in the day. Most of the eighteen and nineteen year olds mistakenly assumed that she was the Professor and stopped what they were doing. This time, rather than add to the confusion, Whitney quickly moved to the closest empty seat and sat down. This brought a new topic to the conversations as they realized that she was also a student.A few minutes later, the actual History Professor walked into the room. To Whitney's surprise, even she was. The guy said, “If I’m not here when y’all get back, just leave the key on the floor. I’ll get it later.”And... “What kinda plane’s comin’ to get you?”“Pilatus PC-12,” I said. “You’re gonna like the pilot, and she gives free tours.”“Oh yeah?” the old guy said. “What’s the deal?”“Better I should let you see for yourself.” I smiled. “Trust me.”He looked at Carl. “What she said. Good stuff.”Presently the radio speaker on the outside of the office blatted, “Uh, Howard County traffic, Pilatus zero. A few breasts, I saw one vulva. By the time they left we all had noticeable tents in our pants but nobody but Colin really acknowledged them.After that, we were all antsy waiting for the girls to come back and shower. And were talking alot about sexual things. Which girls we would fuck, blowjobs, etc. Personally ever since I had heard about it, I have fantasized about going down on a girl.When we heard the girls get back, we immediately jumped to the holes and watched. Our little hard-ons.