The longer it went on, the closer to my butt crack the licking came, till it seemed like he was licking the water out of my bikini bottoms. It felt st...angely sexual, not something I'd ever thought about before. But, I had to admit I was getting a little turned on. I stopped and held on to the counter for a moment, feeling a sort of uncertainty about allowing myself to enjoy this. His tongue was long and soft and clean and he licked at me with a certain fervency. All over my bathing suit covered. As Tom accepted the cup, Mark gave him a quick double take and arched an eyebrow in suspicion, "And just what are you so friggin' happy about this morning, boss?" Then his eyes widened in malicious glee, "Oh my lord, you got laid, didn't you? Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick! Here, I was starting to think that you might have gone all poofster on us."Tom fixed his friend with a look of mock indignation. "Describing what happened to me last night as getting laid is like describing the finest seven. St. Basil's is one of the leading private schools in Britain, nestled in a secluded part of Dumfriesshire, and ever since your parents ran into a bit of money, they had decided to give you the best schooling possible. Its prospectus promised ‘unparalleled academic successes, with engaging extracurriculars, and an undeniably stimulating after-school program,’ and though at the time it sounded a bit stuffy, you can’t deny that the place is a palace. Built in a renovated castle, there are plenty. I lay that way a few more minutes and decided that I was making myself crazy. I lay back on my back and tried to sl**p. I guess I should mention at this point that I was wearing a man’s tee-shirt and a pair of panties for pajamas – I thought it looked chic because that was the way Susan always slept. I was too excited to sl**p so I decided to risk beating off for relief. Stealthily, I slipped my hand in my panties and slid a finger down to wobble my clit. I tried to keep the vibration so.