What did Chaucer have to do with anything, it wasn't even written in English, and Shakespeare, that wasn't much better. " ... so what I am going to do...is set you an essay. You have three weeks to research and write an essay on the subject, 'Is Hell Endothermic or Exothermic'.WHAT? What the hell was the dopey old duffer on about?"Have you got that Kelly? Write it down boy, 'Is Hell Endothermic or Exothermic', three weeks, during which time you will also submit regular homework." Yes sir." Right,. He seemed to know what I needed, and his tongue began circling my clitoris and he nibbled it gently. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as his licking intensified. He kept at it until I felt I was going to be pushed over the edge. Electricity pulsed through my body as I came hard, my juices flowing freely, but it made me feel hot and embarrassed but amazing all the same. He looked up at me and adjusted himself so that his head was right above mine. I could feel him breathing softly. .. I began pleasing both women in earnest at the same time, but in different ways and speeds. Lynn had a little to drink, which makes her extra-tight, so I used one finger inside her, pushing deep because she loves penetration, and occasionally rubbing her G-spot. With Marie, I had two fingers inside her super-wet pussy, twisting them inside of her like the twin serpents on a caduceus. I flicked her G-spot often, giving her a continual set of orgasms while she feasted upon Lynn's breasts and. I can't deny that I was distracted a lot of the time. Maundy was looking so damned delicious in a sleeveless red shirt, tight to her chest and black shorts. When we got home, Jon turned in because he had to get up for work early. Mandy and I stayed downstairs, had another couple glasses of wine and watched TV. This night we both lounged at opposite ends of the couch, stretching out. Our legs brushed together from time to time, smoothness against smoothness and neither of us pulled away. I could.