Tammy was wearing a short white skirt, which was unusual because she generally wore jeans. Our assignment was to do ankle and knee wraps. Tammy did an... ankle wrap on me and then explained to the instructor that she would have help carrying me out.Next was my turn to wrap her knee. I noticed that as I touched her bare knee she got goose bumps. Again usually she was wearing jeans and so I didn't get to tough her bare legs. I also could not help but notice that she kept spreading her legs apart a. Gradually her hands slid to my inner thighs, pushing my legs slightly apart.Using the same circular motions that she used on my belly, Shelia began to stroke my vaginal area. As she worked over me, I could feel the negative tensions replaced with the familiar sexual tensions that indicate arousal. “Oh, please let me get it back,” I prayed as my doula attempted to help me over one last tribulation of childbirth.Using her fingers, she parted the lips of my vagina revealing my clitoris, swollen. As his eyes slid slowly higher and higher towards my quivering pussy, they left a fiery trail in their wake. As his eyes pushed the sopping wet fabric of my g-string aside, he would lick his lips and I could feel his tongue flicking across my throbbing little clit. I could feel him lick his way up over my quivering belly to take the tie of my Babydoll top in his teeth and pulling it open. By now, my nipples were always so hard that the soft gossamer fabric pressing against them was unbearably. I pushed more or less gently and the head was in. I pushed a little harder and I was halfway inside of her. I pulled out a little way and then back into her. Soon I was buried six inches deep into the most wonderful place a man can enter. She wrapped her legs around me and started bucking. She was making sure she could get her rocks off too. I began slamming into her. She stiffened and a wild look came over her face. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down to kiss me and mutter incoherent noises.