Yes, you've guessed it: the Prof and I were at it again. We spent a few days working on the Temporal Interface Terminal - T.I.T. for short. Well to be...honest, the Prof did all the real work - I just supplied the muscle. I might not be very clever but I'm good at lifting things. He fiddled about with coils and inductors and I humped large metal objects back and forth and endured a stream of sarcasm. It came as quite a relief when he pronounced himself satisfied."Well, Jonty, my boy, I think. Fifteen years older than me he was a skilled and patient lover, nothing like the eager boys my own age. His main aim was to pleasure me and in turn he taught me what pleasure I could get from giving it to him. I discovered the finer detail of all aspects of sex with him and the longer it continued, the more I wanted to find out. After several years of an intermittent affair (he had his wife and I had other boyfriends but we would always get together when we could), we were talking on the phone. Charlene kept her paced moves at Micki’s boobs and the blonde replicated her lover’s at the brunette’s nipples. Almost like they were teacher and student.“Hmmmm… ohhhhh… Uhhhh….”Despite being fun doing her breasts, Charlene eyed other locations to make her fun. While licking her friend’s nipples, she noticed though the blonde’s skirt, a small patch of wetness at her panties.“I think we should do something else now”“What, Charlene?”“Well, want me to lick you down there?”“That would be. My slithering tongue kept zipping around in there and breaths were taken as if she'd die if they became gridlocked. Her head repeatedly leaned up and back down and her right hand made it's way over onto my head. Fingers from my left hand vamoosed and were shipped over in between my pussy lips. My pointer and middle fingers took a dive into my beaver. Her head looked over towards my right arm. "Yes, get yourself off, Kate. Cum all over my carpet and I'll be able to sniff your juice always," she.