The first thing I heard was Catherine's laughter. I turnedaround to see her standing in the kitchen doorway holding an expensivelooking camera."What a...slut," was all she could say between her giggles. Yet again, Ihad made things worse for myself.__________________The next morning I wasn't woken up by the usual alarm clock. When I didwake up I could hear laughter coming from downstairs and the sound ofunknown voices.Getting out of bed I saw a pile of clothes on the dresser table and anote which. I can't believe I said we're learning about cock. "It's the class I have right now actually." I say, shifting my eyes back and forth from him to the approaching train."That's always a fun unit. Do you have a lot of people constantly snickering, or is your class generally mature?" He says, as we both simultaneously walk towards the train that's now stopped in front of us."No, our class is generally mature. Although there are a couple guys who can't seem to handle it, but they're not in class. The tight Victorian waist of the costume was actually made of loose elastic and fastened with Velcro, so there wasn’t much chance of me getting a neck injury. I was concerned, however, that if I remained upright her skirt would become entangled with my head and shoulders, and prevent her from descending all the way to the bean bag. That would have resulted in her receiving a bang on the head from the trap door as it sprang shut. To evade that possibility we agreed that I should fall with her. I gave her another long, slow lap, again using the flat of my tongue and then surprised her by slipping my index and middle finger into her very wet folds. I do so with my palm-up and then curled my fingers up, just under her pelvic bone, in-search for her sensitive G-spot. I felt for a moment and then, Yep, there it was.. than spongy little nodule. I lowered my mouth and gently tongued the side of her clit, between her clit and her labia as I gently massaged her G-spot and she began to.