He lifted me up, put me around his waist, and began to kiss my neck. Mr. Ferguson put me down, moved to the desk in the room, and put me on the desk. ...e began to pull my dress up revealing my lace underwear. He took them off and threw them on the floor. He started kissing my inner thighs, working closer to my pussy. He began to smell me, smelling all of my sweetness. He moved his thumb over my clit and began working it in making me wetter and wetter by each touch. He began to stick one finger. As I rubbed harder Carla groaned saying she was Cumming as she opened her legs, wider Carla moaned all of a sudden she shook and squirted, like a fountain her body bucked with force she finally calmed down, as she rested “mmmmmmm now that was needed not had a good fingering for a while, and I did that “why you not got a boyfriend Carla” “well dunno really not thought about it, maybe I like a bit of variety, you know see it, like it want it, and usually get it”. We both laughed as we sat up. Not that I was complaining. Not at all. This was fantastic. I didn’t feel the urge to cum. I wanted this to go on for hours.“Like that?” came her soft voice.I was panting again.“You’re doing fine,” I managed.“I want to do it right,” she said, seriously. “When will it spurt?”“Not for a while,” I huffed.“It goes off really fast when you do it,” she countered.“I don’t want it to go off really fast,” I said.“Really? Me neither.”“You don’t want it to go off fast?”“No, I mean me. When I do it I like. I stressed that she would not have them on for long but they were to prevent us losing her vibe in case it fell out.Slowly we walked down a well worn path leading into the ever thickening surrounding trees. Charlady found it difficult to walk as every step she took moved the vibe buried in her cunt and triggered even more ripples of pleasure emanating from the very core of her sexual being.Further and further we went into the forest, the trees now beginning to obscure the sunlight, I then led.