Her hand swiped up a line of my cum dribbling across her belly. She brought it to her lips and popped the pearly spunk into her mouth. “Ooh, that's ...ood. I like that.”“I... I... I'm so sorry for cumming on you!” Panic shot through me. I jerked my hand away. I knew girls didn't like guys who came prematurely. I wanted to bolt, but she still gripped my cock.“It's okay,” she said. “You're a little over-eager. I know just the thing, though, to get you ready.”She leaned down, licking those plump. Not being able to take anymore of the view, the Professor makes his disappointment of her unexcused absences known, and explains to Sara what is expected. The music is turned up louder and Sara rises from her chair while the Professor sits down in it making a go on gesture. She begins to dance, slowly and sensually. Knowing that each moment will bring her closer to complete nakedness and an eventual pounding worth remembering, Sara begins to seductively pull her shirt up…inch by inch showing. By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and an old skirt, another crew was at the door. “It’s green!” a voice screamed from the porch. It sounded like a mother, rather than a child. There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter of small shoes on the steps.“See?” he asked. Somebody had noticed his green arm. He, she knew, was sure that one response was worth the time, the effort, the green-spotted towels. And that poor woman, expecting something else, seeing the green arm. ‘Nothing yet…’ Skye responded, awkwardly tugging back on her flimsy bra as she spoke. ‘I, ah I’ve developed a new pair of gauntlets for you to try,’ Simmons said, hoping to get their interaction back on track. ‘New toys?’ Skye responded brightly, her eyes shining once more as she suppressed their inappropriate moment, glad for the distraction: Reaching for the nearest work surface, Jemma retrieved the metal gloves, the fingerless arm attachments glinting under the lab’s bright lights: ‘I need.