My attitude about American people started to change from the moment I stepped off the plane. People actually cared for each other. The security and po...ice came to us and chatted, I was taken back. I couldn't believe I was being treated like a person in an airport. Anyway, we collected our bags then picked up our rental car, and set off to the villa. We had a little trouble on the road, as we pulled up at the traffic lights. The overhead sign said to yield to the right. I sat waiting to turn. Instinctively you undo a couple of buttons on my shirt and rest your hand on my chest just above my breast. We kiss lovingly and there’s no resistance from me as you stroke my soft flesh. You detect the subtle scent of baby oil and love the silky softness of my skin as you gently squeeze my breast and caress my nipple. I move away and kneel astride you on the sofa undoing the remaining buttons on my shirt, and you open it to reveal my plump firm breasts and shapely naked torso. My peachy. Once our laughter died down, she continued, “I really wanted to say this is impressive, Dr. Robin. I am all for sex education. I am surprised, though. How did the management sign off on this?”“This is more of a test run. Management would like to know how you people perceive such programs before officially signing off on the full campus program.” I continued, “Thank you, though. I am glad young girls like you understand the importance of sex education.”As we were speaking, the gynecologist. Angie pleaded softly, "Oooh Mrs. T I want to help...please Mrs. T can I help you?!" I combed my fingers through Tricia's hair in appreciation for her efforts to help relieve my stress, and Tricia looked up at me with a wicked grin, then kissed the tip of my cock and held it upright as she leaned over to kiss Angie, then whispered into her ear, "I want you to be a good girl and take care of Mr. C's balls." Tricia wrapped her other hand around my ass as I straddled over Angies face and then she.