Taylor couldn’t help himself from smiling and giving her hand a squeeze back. As they reached the professor’s office door, he released her hand, a...d shifted back to his ‘game face,’ a trick he’d learned from watching Whitaker work the first time they’d met.“Enter,” a voice from the other side of the door said after Whitaker knocked.The room was fairly small, making it clear this was one of the more junior professors in the department, with just enough room for a desk, a couple of chairs for. My order was to put it in the back of my throat. Sometimes he comes but it takes a bit. Sometimes he doesn't and we finish other ways. Today I got him there quick. I had my tongue going, sucking good, licking the tip and also my hand stroking. My other hand was cradling/fondling his balls. Every so often I'd change rhythm to go deep or to pop off and suck a ball. Hands, tongue, balls, sucking fast. This was one of those drain you dry, suck your soul out blowjob. Just when I really hit my stride. Well, OK, I didn't like Carl. But the rest were alright. There were eight in the group, three other women besides Melissa and Sheila, and two other men besides Carl. They met once a week to work on the newest assignment for their adult education classes. You know, the ones that working adults take to complete their MBA's. The group met once a month at my condo.But I wasn't much of a socializer, and I hadn't had fun at a Halloween party since junior high. And I really didn't want to go to a. As I fiddled, her nipples hardened and pushed against the fabric of the bra: “Do you see that Ray, she likes it too!”“Oh God, Alan, you are a lucky boy!” he said, “I'm so glad you invited me over, this is wonderful! Thank you Mrs Jones!”“Well I'm sure I can show you a bit more Ray, since you're here, and your mother has been so unhelpful. It's the least I can do, no trouble for me at all!” said Mum. “Alan has a thing for my knickers, I suppose you'd like to see them too, is that right?”“Oh gosh.