He was single, in his late fifties and worked at the prestigious Massachusetts Institute of Technology.He was a professor of science, specializing in ...lectronics. Well, that explained his ability to get my number. I recognized his voice as being that of the one who had called me on my private line in my office. A line which hardly anyone had the number of yet.His home was as amazing as he was. He lived about a forty-minute drive from the Institute, and commuted every day. He was a mild mannered. She zoned out a few more times and tried to scribble out some ill-formed answers for partial credit. The bell rang and she hadn’t even gotten to the last question. She cursed herself but handed in the test anyway. She wouldn’t get an A but she had enough points to still see out a B if the teacher wasn’t too mean.“I blew that,” she sighed.“Yeah right, you always say that, then you always do awesome.” Devin bumped her shoulder.She felt a wave of anger rise up threatening to lash out at her friend. .” she reminded me. I practically heard the smirk on her face. She loved this little game. I had barely noticed my eyelids had nearly closed. I sighed in pleasure and kept watching the road, also tried to spread my legs as much as my pants allowed. “You’re enjoying it, I can feel it,” she teasingly said after some minutes, having lowered her fingers and rubbed the wet spot that had formed there. My panties were slid to the side, my lips left open for her assaulting fingers. I could only. We must stop. We're two girls, remember?"I wanted to scream that I was to close to stop! Instead, I raised my head and looked her in the eyes. I said, "I'm dying Shannon. I can't stand being this close and not cuming. I'm so close. Please let me do it. I am almost there. Please!"I was literally begging her for it...and she knew it. At first, she just looked at me. I thought she was going to push me off of her. Instead, she smiled and said, "My crazy Kala. I had mines. I guess you can have.