Ahh, that did it, the arousal subsided to a manageable level. As I was still struggling to get my partial erection to subside Kelly appeared in the ...ther doorway and walked over to me. She stood right beside me and held her hand out to assist in me getting up as she said “come on in, I can do you now.” That simple comment, I was sure was in all innocence, but damn if it didn’t sound like an invite for more than an x-ray, and my dick started swelling all over again, growing down my pant leg. By the time he was done the general feeling in the room was one of resigned depression. But where was my quiz?I was just going to raise my hand and ask when Grossfeldt turned and launched into an exposition on modern art and whether Andy Warhol was an artist or a soup salesman. The ensuing discussion filled the rest of the hour and I'd forgotten my quiz until we were walking out of the room."Mr. Randahl, may I see you for a moment." Not a question, an order.Oh, oh. What now? Then I remembered. With that, she cupped a breast in each hand and lifted them. They looked heavy and soft yet firm. How is it possible for tits to be so soft and yet so firm at the same time? She lifted one breast and lowered her head. She stuck her tongue out and licked little circles around the nipple that was growing in front of my eyes. Then she lifted the breast higher and began sucking noisily on the nipple. Fuck she was sexy. Her eyes were closed and she made a little purring sound as she sucked at her. Ron waited for her to wrap those full, sensuous lips around him, but Carol had other ideas. With the tip of one finger, of one hand, Carol began to run it up and down the underside of Ron’s cock. Softly, barely touching him, one finger only, she stroked. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt. So light, so gentle, so soft, he thought it was probably the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Up and down his cock she ran her finger tip – every so often using just her finger nail. .