I bit my lower lip and sighed, my fingers gliding in tandem along the moistening groove of my pussy. I tentatively rolled back the hood and revealed t...e soft hardness of my clit. I massaged slowly and patiently. Breathing hard and staring at the ceiling, I felt the rising flood against my skin. My mind toyed with thoughts of Mr Renshaw. His barrel chest pushing against his tight shirts; two opened buttons revealing a tuft of auburn hair; the unmistakeable bulge in his corduroy trousers, at. They quickly finished the last details of the proofing."Well, young lady," Denny announced, "that's it." Thank you, Denny. Now I know what I need to do to get this right." Next time, though, get yourself another editor," he said with a smile. "But I wonder, how old are you?" Seventeen," she replied truthfully before realizing what that meant. "I'm a freshman at the University; I'll be eighteen in a few months."He gazed at her over his mug of hazelnut coffee. "You're not very experienced are. And what a big pussy it indeed was! I started by kissing on the gulf between the pussy lips. “Uiiiiiii..” She hooted. I guessed she was right in telling me earlier that her pussy had become hot. I felt the temperature in that area had become very high. After showering at least twenty kisses, I started licking it from bottom to top by running my tongue mopping the whole slit several times. “Uiiii..uiiiii continued to explore the breadth and depth of her pussy as much as possible with the length. She has always loved having a dick in her mouth, and she can't wait until he lets her suck him.And then she's alone with nothing more than the promise of tonight.* * *The party is everything Tamra had feared it would be. Her husband's boss – an obese matron with daddy issues – wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse with the elastic bands clutching her upper arms like pythons. Co-workers wear various combinations of flannel and plaid-patterned cotton. Cowboy hats abound,.