”“Just follow your instincts and use your tongue," I told him. “You’re a pretty smart guy. You’ll figure it out.”“Will you let me know i... I’m doing it wrong?’ he asked.“Sweetheart, you can’t do it wrong. No matter what you do with your tongue down there, it will feel good.”Kneeling on the floor between my parted thighs he began kissing my inner thighs, working cautiously, then approached and gently licked my labia from my opening to my clit. When his tongue contacted my clit I uncontrollably. “No sir, please.” She continued.I caught hold of her by her waist, and started to undo the button of her jeans. She was not wearing any belt and her jeans had already slid slightly giving me a peek of her white panty.She held her hands on mine. “No sir, please.” This time her plead was not sounding convincing. I took my time and slowly pulled her zip down. This allowed both of us to reflect on what was happening. I was pulling the zip down of my junior collegue, one of the most desired beauties. Maisie wore her dildo proudly at college, caring little for the fact that it looked rather bizarre and stretched proportionately rather further in front of her than it would in an adult man. All the teachers were naturist however, but also practised the college’s policy of not imposing any dress code on the students except in sports or physical exercise lessons. Those girls who wished to, and there were quite a few, could wear just as many clothes as they liked. Bizarrely, this was often in. I remembered pictures of her at twelve years old. She was small for her age and insufferably cute. I pictured her in bed playing with herself at that age. It was a good thing we were at the table where my hardon was concealed. I wondered if I was going to be out sniffing little girl’s bicycle seats next.Kim explained that once we were married, the newness of sex was satisfying enough for her for a while. After a few years, sex started feeling a little too routine. There were good feelings, both.