I was lost in a haze when I noticed that she had unbuttoned her own pants and had her right hand down the front of her underwear. I reached over and...replaced her hand with my own. She repositioned so that her crotch was cupped in my hand. The moans were mutual as she kept stopping to breathe, while never letting go of my cock. I slipped two fingers into her causing her to slam down on them, driving them deeper. I felt the gush of her hot lube sliding between my fingers as she came but. Andrew’s eyes and fingertips took in her curves and lines, trying to memorize every inch.This is it, he thought. There won’t ever be another time. I have to remember everything now. Even with that in mind he still couldn’t quite put everything he had into it. Guilt, and an irrational sense of being exposed, made him hold back. She responded by grinding into him harder. “More,” she said.He reached under, groping her breasts again. Perspiration glistened on her back, like diamonds against her. He didn't notice me.Next he reached to the hem of the skirt to straighten it & I could see a white satin petticoat or slip type garment underneath like the type ladies wore in the old days.He pulled them up to reveal black stockings & I also noticed they were held up by suspenders.I couldn't believe what I was seeing,firstly because it was Pete,secondly because it was making me feel so horny & thirdly because I or any of my female friends just couldn't dress so perfectly.I mean the look he. My desire to ravage Marilyn was growing so intense that it was frightening me. How would this be possible after seeing that girl one single time only? For the rest of the week, I tried my best to get distracted from any thoughts about Marilyn. Considering my very dense schedule, it wasn't very hard. The next time I gave my tutoring class, I was prepared to face my sexual instabilities. I had mentally processes every possible scenario whatsoever. It appears that the events of the week before.