My finger at last found what it had been seeking, the opening of her tunnel, the tunnel into the innermost parts of Chrissy's woman sex. I moved one f...nger into the opening and probed. The hole was slippery and tight, but my finger slipped into the cavity without difficulty. Down to the first knuckle, then down one more, and finally, my whole finger was immersed in Chrissy's cave of pleasure. I wanted to move my finger in and out, imitative of the action my throbbing cock longed to be taking,. In the morning, we woke up feeling awkward, we head off to meet the client to carry on our day. On the way back to hotel, i told myself i need to shaft my tongue on that fresh clit tonight. I make my move tactically so as not to show that i'm desperate for her pussy. It was a failure attempt in the entire trip.The real fun begins only during our 3rd business trip together. I finally get her to remove her undies and manage to play her clit with my finger. She was so arouse that she didn't. You sent that young woman here, with her artificial pheromones, correct?" [Author's note: See Science (un)Fair]"Lillian Mutzman? Sure did. You were in a position to make a good buck, even after paying her share." Hooey! She was a Trojan bitch!"Quiet, demure Lillian? Except when her invention took over, and we had fanatic sex. "How can you say that?" We used her formulas to create a small sample, to validate her claims. The confirmation was quick and definitive. Her artificial pheromones reduced. When my class came around some of the girls noticed. She explained that a good friend gave it to her. Later, she caught my eye and smiled. That was all the thanks I needed.I had not given up on Andrea. Her pictures graced the wall of my room. I just couldn't figure out what to do. The fall swimming season finally ended, so I got more free time on the weekends.The 'As' were as friendly as ever. Andrea did not take any opportunities to touch me anymore. I acted in kind, not wanting to spook her..