His hand came up and he placed it in my hair, not pushing me, but just holding me in that position. I took it as far as I could, but I couldn't get it...all the way down my throat. We stayed like this until me put me up on his bed and removed my bra. He held and gently squeezed my tits. My nipples grew hard from all of the attention and he chuckled. Then he took his finger and slid it under the band of my lacy panties. He pulled them down, exposing my glistening naked pussy. He bent over, and. Lisa returned into the room and saw me looking around. She told me my sweater was ready to go and how was her door lock. I told her it was just a spring and was easy to fix. I fixed it and put it back together.As I was packing up my tools something caught my eye. I thought it was a snake and jumped up. When I focused on it I saw it was just a knitting basket with a thick piece of yarn hanging out of it. It looked strange somehow, like it was too thick. It was red and was mohair. I couldn't help. It loaded up quickly and without a hitch. Sharon said she would call after 7 p.m., so I decided to call Jamie and see how she was coming on her content review of my thesis. ‘You must be a mind-reader, Tom,’ she said after we exchanged greetings. ‘I was just about to call you. I’ve gone over your thesis.’ ‘And …?’ I asked. ‘I’m very impressed, and I’m sure your thesis committee will be, too. To tell you the truth, Tom, now I wish I had read it before sending a copy to Marta. I’ve read enough of. She was giddy with anticipation as she went to her closet and drawers to pick out an appropriate outfit.What she came up with shocked even me. She brought out a flouncy red skirt, a white tube top, and very sexy flip flops, none of which I’d ever seen before. Oh, and not a stitch of underwear. I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face, and before I could say anything, Jess spoke up and told me that these were clothes she’d worn on "dates" in her previous, promiscuous life. She also said that.