You've got breasts!" I know and that's not all." I told him about the other 'problem'."And this all came about how?" he enquired. I told him, obviousl... leavingout the sex scenes."Ah!" he said. "I've heard about this stuff. Damned dangerous messin'with that stuff, if y'ask me. Shouldn't mess with it." Thanks," I said depreciatingly."Yes, well. There's nothing I can do old man." What?" My eyebrows nearly shot off the top of my head. "Surely there'ssomething." Not me. I'm a medical doctor, not a. Her body shuttered. My dick was going to explode, so I stopped tugging and felt it throb in my hand as precum ran over my fingers onto the floor of the closet. She then began in earnest licking probing and pulling her crotch up to her face to let her reach as far as she could. She was stabbing her tongue into the fabric that was now damp with her saliva and no doubt her pussy juice. She began to moan. She worked her tongue over her clit for a few more moments, then she had to release her. “His wife, Sarah, is a professor at the Berklee College of Music. She inherited the brownstone from her parents and uses it when the weather makes the commute to the suburbs difficult.”“And,” Evan added, “she and Dan use it, from time to time, to meet with some of Sarah’s more liberated students.”“Liberated?” you asked. “Is that the euphemism I imagine it to be?”“Yes,” Evan answered, “I think it is.”“Fun!” you replied. “Have you ever been invited to one of these soirées?” Your toes danced. Eyes closed ..I feel her body respond to me as I slide a second finger into her along side the first ..twisting them as I push them deep into her silky ...wet ..sweet folds .Her walls convulsing as her passion builds .. I know she's nearing an orgasm ..my fingers pick up the pace trying to drive her over the edge She gets quiet..I look up and see her biting her bottom lip ..she starts o quiver uncontrollably ...My tongue moves faster over cilt ..she reach's down grabbing my hair pulling my.