As I pressed a finger slowlyinto it, the hole actually felt like it was sucking my finger as it got wetter and wetter. "That feels good, hun, use you... other hand to play with that little button at the top," she murmured. I complied, and was surprised to see that little button got swollen, red, and actually looked like a tiny cock. I wet my fingers with her juice and tried jacking it like I would my own, and soon I could tell it worked by the gasps and moans she let out. "God, that's good,". Well, almost. I should explain the kind of teacher I am, and the kind of student Kim was. While I take teaching very seriously, I think the most effective way to teach is to have an amiable relationship with the students, so that they want to pay attention and learn. As such, I often joke around with my students. I sometimes inoffensively make fun of them, and they’ll do it right back. The students seem to enjoy it, and they’ll often drop by my study halls just to chill and talk. This may sound. I must have sat there for nearly twenty minutes staring into nothing. I started my car and drove right to Tank and Pete's. I called from the gate and they buzzed me in.Tank let me in when I knocked on the door."Jesus, Max, you look like shit," he said.I was going to make a smart ass comment about the ratty tank top and boxer shorts he was wearing, but I didn't have the energy.Pete came out of the bedroom in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. His cheeks were flushed red and his ginger hair was all. She was wearing a sheer negligee and her drop-dead figure was highlighted by the bedroom lamp. Smiling sexily, she moved to the couch beside me and ask if I would massage her back. ‘Sure,’ I said. Just let me get some lotion from my bathroom. I began by kneading her shoulders and back, moving down to her long legs. Using a mixture of hard and soft strokes, I could feel her body loosening up. I slowly turned her over and unbuttoned her gown, exposing her firm breasts with erect nipples.