" Please unhook your bra, and push it out of the way, so I could check your breasts," I said.Again, that bashful look, as she undid the clasp of her b...a. She opened it and took it off. Now I got a good look at two beautiful, very firm breasts. They were perfectly sized for her build, and beautifully tanned. The absence of any tanning lines told me that she either spent a lot of time at a tanning salon or nude sunbathing. Apparently she was not as bashful as I thought. I began squeezing and. “I know that Anne.” He grins mischievously. “What is going on here, then?” I ask him earnestly. He circles around me and places his hands on my shoulders. I tense underneath his touch, fully aware that he is invading my personal space. “Well, you see Anne. I am perfectly aware that your paper was not plagiarized. However, you have caused other problems.” His hands began to move in an effort to release the tension in my shoulders. “I have seen the way you look at me, the lingering looks, I’d be. Rachel was relentless though and traced the hard nuggets with herher fingertips, squeezing and pulling them."Wank yourself." she ordered.I did so gratefully, despite my big orgasm earlier, my cock was rigid and stiff from Rachel playing with my balls. The stiffness in a man's penis, the tension heexperiences at the root in his groin is the most fantastic feeling a male can have, especially when a female is the cause of it happening. I quickly feltthe basic urge to offload my sperm."Yes," Rachel. I revel in it. Feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but not crossing it. Just teetering on the brink. When I think it can't become any more intense, a hand reaches between my legs and flicks my clit. One, two, three flicks are all it takes to send me off into the most intense orgasm of my life. I shake, scream, feeling like I'm liquid fire. Far off I hear someone say, "Damn, she gushes like a fucking fountain." But I don't care. I'm lost. Lost to sensation. Lost to the passage.