He strokes my pussy again and I feel two fingers at my opening this time. I whimper.“Shhhh…” he whispers into my ear. He continues to thumb my c...it, then penetrates me with two fingers. Gently, he strokes me in and out. I strain against his hand, but he still has a firm grip on my wrists.Slowly, he fucks me with his fingers and I wriggle under him. He pulls his fingers from me and I moan in frustration.Then, the weight on the bed shifts and he is pushing my knees up and farther apart. He. "I tried. But she doesn't pay attention." He said. "From what I heard, you and Justin have been excelling in math when you were in high school." Yeah. We got lucky we ended up having good teachers." I smiled. "I guess sometimes it's easier to learn when you like your teacher. Sometimes, having a teacher that can grab your attention helps.”“You think so? Listen, Den, I won’t be around much to keep looking for a tutor for Geo. My new job keeps me away from home almost every night.” He talked and. Soon we are winding down the county roads, towards our destination, South Hampton. The wind flows through our hair, as the groan of the Mustang rumbles through our bones. I steal glances your way every chance I get and I notice something new with each one. First, you have on a white lace bra on. Second, I can tell this because your dress is somewhat transparent, when the light it just right. I happen to notice your right hand is no longer holding the door, rather, you have begun to run it along. With time on my hands I pick out clothes and prepare a lunchbox for work tomorrow. As always seems to be the case these days, the most mundane of tasks is accompanied by a hot flush of excitement, my body knowing that heightened pleasure is never far away.At half past eight I change. John has a clothing fetish, so I’ve decided that this first time on the sybian, I will wear nothing but a loose fitting, calf length dress. By that I mean nothing underneath, and I will keep the dress on..