He is a sporty type so we don't have much in common socially but he is fairly clued up on the work we have to do. Much of it is routine, mundane stuff... Setting up an experiment and seeing and recording the result on a database. Then repeating it twice to check the results only to find they were negative for our purpose. Life as a research worker is not all the glamour of finding new methods and drugs to cure all ailments. Much of it is real boring stuff and for weeks or months little progress. ʺ She DID look at him, incredulously with wide-eyes open. Her skin was flushed with a little color on it and her stare was simply focused on this manly weapon. She never saw such a beautiful, big cock straight before her eyes. Maybe in porn movies and pictures, but never in reality and she definitely sowed her wild oats when she was young. Another interesting aspect was that this thick lance soared out of an almost hairless crotch. She had heard that men also shave intimately nowadays but never. Yess right there, baby! Ohh, Sir, that feels soo wonderful! Ooh, oh, that's it - lick me right there, just like that! Ohhhh!"She began to writhe and squirm on the blanket, and he had to wrap his arms around her legs to keep her from wriggling away from him. She clawed at the blanket then grabbed the sides of his head and guided him where she needed his tongue to go. He licked and lapped up her sweet juices wherever he found them, searching every wrinkle and fold in her love hole to reveal the. Collecting everything I had picked up I left the room and closed thedoor.Walking in to the bathroom my heart was thumping, was I right, how madwas this idea, I thought to myself. Removing my clothes I stripped offand began to dress. The underwear in place I padded the bra with somerolled up socks I had taken from my room and then pulled the black shinycap sleeve blouse over my shoulders and fastened the buttons. Pulling onsome tan tights I slipped the blue denim skirt up my legs. It was aslight.