I did the best I could, but I could tell I wasn't getting there. I moved my hand up and rubbed her pussy bottom to top, pressing into her. When I re...ched the top, her body involuntarily bucked toward me. "Do...do that again..."I repeated it and was rewarded with another buck when I reached the top. I wasn't an idiot, so I figured it out quickly. I pressed my thumb to the top of her pussy and started rubbing roughly. She responded by bucking wildly. I smiled and leaned in to suck the place. Finally spent, Stan relaxed a moment. Then after his vision cleared, he lifted his head and began, once again, to play the beautiful pussy in front of him with his mouth. Anne squeaked as he began again. Her juices were running freely, and Stan wormed a digit inside her, crooking to find her G-spot. Anne was soon making small, jerking movements of her hips, unable to hold still, moaning, while Stan played her like an instrument. Finally she squealed, jamming herself down onto his face, almost. " He put one hand on her shoulder, and the other on her chest, right over the girl=s heart, felling it racing fast. "Everyone is scared of the things they have never experienced." He said soothingly, as his hand slipped down to caress Sandra=s breast. "We will let you free from all sorts of fears." The voice that had been ominous just a few moments ago was now gentle and kind. The touch that she was so afraid of, was now warm and comforting, stroking her, making her feel good. Lazlow slowly. She arrived at 10pm on the dot."Ding Dong Susan come in, have a seat." Thanks Professor Jaz, I love your house." When we are not at school how about I call you Susan, and you call me Jaz. Now then here is Roger Berkeley's first dissertation on creative thought. Why don't you read through Chapter his essay on Dissociative thought and we'll get started."I had intentionally picked an advanced, and confusing author for Susan to review. Roger Berkley was a pompous ass who liked the sound of his own.