Thank you?” he said, uncertain as to where she was going with this.Anne nodded, “I think it’s time you branched out.”Anthony groaned inwardly,...there was likely a new position coming up, one Anne wanted him to go for and was doing him the ‘favour’ of giving him a preemptive heads up. “Anne, thank you I appreciate-...”She held up a hand, an almost wry smirk touching her lips, “I appreciate the offer but I’m not interested in moving up just yet?” she said.He hesitated, staying silent.“Now you’re. Gingerly, she picks up the slim volume and places it on the growing pile of items that aren't useful to her.Four hours already, and so far she hasn't found anything that is going to help her finish her thesis on occult societies. It took months, and no small amount of string-pulling on the part of Marnie's thesis supervisor, to get access to the Clarkson Heritage Institute's special collection. But none of the books, journals, or letters have led to new insights, and this is looking like a dead. “I never trusted you”. A moan trickled from my lips as Pippa’s nails grazed between my labia, parted them to reveal the soft, sodden trough between my tense clit and open, needy pussy. My eyelids drooped, half closing, sight slightly blurred, my body caught between the memory of Pippa and I, limbs entwined, sucking, licking and fucking each other to endless glorious orgasms, and the here and now, my thighs parting involuntarily, my arse cheeks clenched and svelte me lowering my aching drenched. It felt amazing... She knew what she was doing, and I wondered where she learned it all from.It felt too good though. I was getting very close to losing it. The song had finally ended, and I was about to as well."Babe, you need to fuck me... please," I moaned. She stopped, and turned back around. She positioned her pussy again along the bottom side of my cock.She gave me her evil grin, and asked, "Is it too much for you already? Are you going to cum?"Before I could even answer, she started to.