So I was just done with it.I told her that if I can’t even really meet you once, then why are we even talking. So that was it. We stopped talking. H...wever the next day I had a message from her. She told that she would be visiting her friends in Pune next week and that was the real reason she messaged me the first time.She just wanted to have a casual meet with me. So we planned the date and decided to meet for dinner. The D-Day had arrived and she messaged me that she had checked in at the. "Oh, stop with your cheesy lines before I ditch you," I say, walking ahead of him. He laughs and throws his arm over my shoulder, resting his hand on my arm. "I'm just kidding Iz. Don't be so grumpy. Shall I give you a kiss to cheer you up?" he asks, winking at me. I laugh and before I am about to push him away, I hear someone clear their throat behind us. I turn my head to look and notice that Professor Hunter is walking behind us. "Well, hello there Isobel. Hey Issack," Professor Hunter. "No, it just a matter of learning to control those urges, that's all. Just because you have an impulse does not mean you must act on it. Part of maturing is impulse control and judgment." Rebecca sat back and smiled in victory as her crocodile tears vanished along with her mask of doubt. "Then you agree that there is nothing clinically wrong with me. As I see it, doctor, this is simply a matter of choice. I choose to use my sexuality as I see fit. From everything I can see, your only real issue. I slowly pushed my tongue in and out of her. Her hips were pushing into my face as my warm tongue filled her. Vrinda was moaning in pleasure and squeezing her own breasts in ecstasy.I pushed my tongue in and out, a little faster, sliding over her clit each time. She ran her fingers through my damp, wet hair, pushing my head deeper into her mound with her own hands. I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing her slippery ass from behind.I circled Vrinda’s clit with the tip of my tongue..