We were both single. Both interested in each other. Westarted to move closer to each other at the bar and I noticed her hand onmy leg. I imagine sh... could see the bulge in my pants at this point.Her hand ran up my leg and mine reached behind her and grabbed her firmass. We moved closer and we reached our tongues in to each other'smouths. Her hand was rubbing my crotch under the bar. I had never beenthis horny. She was absolutely amazing.Before I knew it, this girl grabbed my hand and. An almost see through flimsy top with no bra, a short skirt, again no pantyhose, and despite the snow outside 4 inch heels. “Where are your parents?” she demanded, crossing her arms. “Oh, I forgot they were at work when I told you they were here G. But maybe you can tell me what I did to you Saturday night that was most objectionable, and I’ll relay the message.” “You got me here on false pretenses you little bastard. I’m leaving.” “Ah, G,” I said as I grabbed both of her wrists. “You’re not. Eyes closed, for a moment she basked in the luxurious decadence of the rippling waves caressing her breasts, stomach, legs and thighs. What it would feel like when the assassin pulled her trigger? The same as with Desmond? Except this wasn’t the monkey, it was the organ grinder. With a soft purr, she slipped a hand down her flat stomach, over her smooth mound, flicking the jutting little bud that had been crying out to be touched for twenty minutes. Her middle finger rubbed up and down her wet. We organised to meet in the study room of the library. It happened almost straight away. She was talking to me about the debate when she stopped, just like that, staring at me, her mouth hanging open. I felt uncomfortable about her staring at me, but found my eyes drawn to her soft moist lips, visualising her warm mouth sliding over the shaft of my cock. To my horror and surprise she reached across and started undoing my pants! I flushed red, incredibly embarrassed, but by this time she had my.