We found the table in the bay window was free and mum led me to it. When the waitress had taken our orders she turned to me with an enquiring look."So...that I know just where we stand," she said, "Would you like to tell me what happened last night?"I thought, 'in for a penny in for a pound, ' then I giggled to myself and thought as the little voice inside my head said, "wrong metaphor, perhaps it should have been 'I might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb." I went on to relate briefly. We made our way up the stairs, collecting some wolf whistles and rude comments from the young guys sitting on the steps. She was way beyond reacting to any of it. We made our way to the bar and ordered a couple of G&T’s. The poor guy behind the bar could not his eyes of her. A minute later, after she took her sunglasses off, exposing her drug affected eyes, he lost his plot. He just kept on starring at her tits escaping out of the cleavage of her tight white top, which may as well be. Talks which she had to break off towards midnight, with classes coming up early next day. He addresses her, as soon as he sees a green light at her profile page. Immediately he asks her for some basic information on her best girlfriend and her younger s!s. Karin asks him if it is fine if she will bring her s!ster Sylvia along with her. Peter - in informal talks she can call the honourable sex-professor by his first name - asks her a few questions about her looks, character and earliest erotic. I’d never been sexually excited by this before and didn’t even know that it was possible. Now it was happening and I felt his finger push in past the outer ring. He left it there still for a few moments, knowing I would need to adjust, then he began to move it slightly, up and down, in and out, and then wriggling all around. I didn’t know what to think, it was exquisitely weird and strange and turned me on in a way I had never known. I felt another finger enter me, which made me gasp out loud..