"Of course" I encouraged, now with a desperate need to having my breasts and nipples 'seen to'. Quickly he was reaching into my low cut top, getting o...e and then the other breast out of their bra cups. "My nipples, my nipples" I repeated. He needed no further encouragement. His hands (and lips) were swarming me, soon into my knickers and once in there instantly seeking out my slit and it's treasures. One hand working from the front, the other holding my bottom, steadying it as I began. As he spoke, I tried to follow the technical jargon, but had to satisfy myself that The Judge and his people would know what to do when they heard the details."We heat the mixture and then cool it for storage. The liquid is then transferred to a set of small vials that fit into a roll of paper towels and vanish in the holder. Most places use one of three different towel holders, and we have twelve sets keys for all three kinds."Othneal was acting the part of the perfect professor, explaining. She said she liked it when I gave her the jacket. We had some normal conversation about family, i noticed she was blushing looking at me. I asked what happened, she said nothing. I thought maybe Its a green signal for me. I was afraid a bit if things go wrong, but I thought once and got up.I went near her and we could feel each other breath and I kissed her on her forehead, she was looking tensed, then smiled and placed my lips on her lips and we started kissing. Slowly kissing was turned into. As he looked at Kyle standing there, Steve too also marvelled at the confident way that the shrinking violet of a lad he had introduced to the undoubted joys of gay sex only yesterday, had suddenly blossomed into such a sexually-desirable hunk of prime young muscle-cock, clearly ready to go.He had been sure from the word go in his school office that Kyle was gay; but the transformation which had occurred in Kyle in such a brief space of time and his obvious confidence in what Steve alone knew.