I could smell her pussy aroma and gently rubbed it through her panties. I kissed her toes, calves, and thighs and gently bit her thighs and kissed her...pussy through her panties. She was moaning softly and I slid my fingers inside to find her very wet pussy. I kissed her belly and slid her panties down. Her pussy hair was very short trim. I licked all around her pussy lips and clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face tight against her pussy. I inserted a finger into her cunt, and she moaned. So, my life had become such that, after rising in the morning andbrushing my teeth and having my wash, I had to deposit yesterday'sknickers in the wash basket and find a new pair from the dreaded topdrawer. Here, for the very first time, as I rummaged through the ghastlymass of girlish underwear, I wondered if it wasn't sensible to wear apair of yellow knickers to match my bottoms. Such an idea seemed logical,(if somewhat (no, completely)) embarrassing, especially when consideringit would. It pulls us both down." Yes. I'd still like to see you from time to time but not here and, lovely as it was, I don't think we should sleep together again." I agree even though it hurts a bit." Yes, Bea, but the last two times we made love, the night before you left and last night, were different from what we'd had over the last umpteen months. I don't think we should get carried away by them." No, Rob, nor do I. I hate to say it but I think even occasional get togethers might grow stale." That. The combination of firm and soft and her feeling of control as she pumped him. The feeling of him erupting within her grip. The spasming beneath her fingers. The feeling-The feeling of wetness between her legs; right now, there, in class. Her day dreaming had resulted in her panties growing damp; she was sure there would be a spot on her chair when she got up later. Not much she could do about it now.Her thoughts returned to Brent. This time, she fantasized about their next date. She imagined.