More pressure now, entering the wet slit. One long lick from my greedy cunt upwards, a sharp flick of the tongue on my clit. I drew in a sharp breath,...held it, exhaled slowly, as I felt his hands on my hip.“So wet, so horny”. He murmured. I heard the smile in his voice. “Do you want it?” A finger replaced the tongue, reversed its way, from my sensitive clit to my leaking cunt. Slowly it entered, but not far. Not far enough, for my liking. “Here?” The finger withdrew, slid further down to my. “Which way to your father’s farm?”He pointed to the south and we headed the horses that way. There was a group of three men some distance behind us as we went along.“Friends of yours?” I asked pointing to them.“My father promised no harm would come to you. He didn’t say that he wouldn’t protect us if he could. Protecting me protects you also.”“Call them up here. We are headed to the farm anyway; no reason to keep looking over my shoulder.”The three of them came riding up after Jimmy called to. Prof. Miller forced his mouth on each nipple. “Lick them, honey. Lick and suck them,” she whispered.“What if someone comes in, professor?” Simon asked, looking in her eyes for the first time since she first started staring at his cock. “Don’t worry. People rarely use this bathroom. And if they do, let’s give them something to really talk about.”With that, Prof. Miller pushed her skirt to the ground. These were the first pair of sexy women’s panties that Simon ever saw. On a real woman! . We talked about a lot things as we strolled. I felt so I comfortable with her. I felt like I could tell her anything. It was if we had been friends for years. It never got awkward. We'd often exchange glances during moments of silence and smile. I hadn't planned it, but after about an hour, I felt like I was going to lose it. Even if I didn't get to fuck tonight, I at least needed to tell her how I felt about her. No time was better than now. "Monica," I said, "I'm just going to be.