She bends slightly over the counter top. I so desperately want to take my cock out and stuff into her wet dripping pussy, but that would be too far t...o soon. I continue to slowly fuck her with my two fingers, but now I can lean slightly forward and reach around with my left hand to begin the attack on her clit. My head looks over her right shoulder, scanning the store in case we should be discovered. The fingers of my left hand find their way down the front of her panties and search for her. ”“Professor Dawney?”“Yes?” Angela is surprised to hear an American voice. For a moment, she cannot imagine who this might be and at this time, when the Americans are all asleep in bed...“Hi, it’s David Somerset ... from Aldebaran. You were kind enough to email me yesterday.”“Ah,...” says Angela. Her heart sinks now she knows who is calling but she begins to think quickly. She wants to get rid of Somerset —and yet, she is disinclined to be rude. Something about his voice...Somerset is speaking. My panties were soaked! Idecided rather quickly that if I handled this situation effectively,there was tremendous potential for increased enjoyment for both of us. Ifelt strangely closer to you knowing that we shared the same excitementin the sensuous feel of my things against our skin." I started to speak,but she held her finger up to my mouth indicating that I shouldn't feelthe need respond. It was a tremendous relief, as I had no idea what Iwas going to say to justify my behavior. She. "I can't help but feel that everyone is starring andwhispering about how I'm dressed." Greeting, welcome to homeroom." A young woman in a whitesemi transparent blouse that revealed her bra straps, pinkskirt and nude hose said. Paul noticed the woman had kickeda pair of white pumps under her desk as she seemed toprefer to be in her stocking feet. "I'm your homeroomteacher, Brandi." The woman said with a smile."Hello," said a sweet voice. "My name is Jennifer." I put Paula on my file here." Paul.