. didn't want me to get bored, so she installed a pair of thick rubber dildoes in it, and there are...mmmm.... a bunch of little rubber fingers righ... over my clit. Ohh, I can't quite...ah, damn!" she exclaimed softly. "It's just barely too tight to let me get off." "Incredible," Jason sighed, "no wonder you seemed distracted at the party." Her panting in his ear, and the feel of this strange hardness between her legs had really worked him over. Despite his determination to remain a. She turned towards me her legs wide open, giving me a delightful and unrestricted view of her moist pussy lips protruding through the material of her damp tight panties. I looked her up and down licking my lips, letting my gaze flit from her panties, to her shapely legs, to her breasts, and finally to her pretty nineteen year old face. God she was horny and I could already feel my clit going hard and moist in my own panties. “Enough to know that you are a filthy little slut.” I replied smiling. "Huh?" She caught me off-guard. Really didn't take much."File this for me, please." She repeated. She smiled as she said this. Her perfectly applied red lipstick sparkled under the overhead florescent lighting."Yes, Miss Cohen." I stammered."Helene. You can call me Helene." She grinned a sly grin as she spoke."Yes Helene." I said, trying to be calm as I took the folder from her soft, delicate hand.I felt a stiffening in my trousers like an I-beam being extruded at a steel mill. I held out the. Mom got REALLY annoyed at me for betting at your race."The second reason Donna had caught my attention was an idea for the project that Prof wanted me to exercise my non-existent leadership abilities on. Donna's little friends had been fun when they came to see us off at the car; "fun" being one of Prof's criteria. Involving people was another criterion, so that also got a tick. Involving "several decisions or actions" was the remaining criterion. I didn't have any specific goal in mind for.