She dresses so demurely in class but beneath that prim, demure exterior she has the kind of body that would demand she wears the briefest of thongs, j...st enough material to cover what I am sure would be a nicely trimmed bush, not that it would matter if it was not, I would still bend forward and begin to plant kisses over them, over her gusset, the part I am certain covers the sweetest sexiest pussy.From beneath the desk I would hear her groan, a groan of pleasure which would be a sign, what I. I turned her over onto the couch and mounted her.“Yes” I said. I pushed my hand down her panties again,feeling her wetness. “Let’s go to your place,” Ioffered. “I can’t. I live with my parents. What about yourplace?”Damn. My place was out of the question. I was stillliving on campus and they didn’t allow visitors after11pm (kind of puts a cramp on things sometimes). “Well,she said, “I can’t just leave you Blue-Balled. I took thick handfuls of her hair and tousled her beautiful brown locks between my fingers. She was making her own sweet little moans as Laura ate her out gently. I don’t think Ashlie was too distracted though, from the way she was now licking my pussy. As every second passed, I was getting wetter and that bit closer to a wonderful orgasm. The fact that she was inexperienced just made it even hotter - the thought that she was using my pussy for practise was a huge turn on. I stroked her hair. I scoped it out and realized there were no inhabitants and it was extremely secluded. The rural county was trying to attract new businesses, which hadn’t taken off yet. So my mind began racing with possibilities. I Parked my truck and began to explore. I found one lot secluded from the main road and the rest of the park with high trees and a lake in the background. Nothing else for miles. It took me no time to find two perfect trees, and my plans were set. It was now close to her quitting time..