I was introduced to the other couple at the table.Professor Nicholls was aged about 60; his high forehead, his a goatee beard and an unruly mop of sil...er hair made him the stereotype academic. He was dressed in a Harris Tweed suit, with a spotted bow tie, and he was smoking a Peterson pipe. What made him different to the archetypal Oxbridge university don was his female companion, who was about my age and Essex Girl to perfection. Blonde poodle cut hairstyle, firm out thrust breasts, fake tan. That's it... OH!"It was hard to keep from laughing as Helen continued her show. Despite the fact that it was fake, it was also damned arousing."Right there... OH YES! Oh YEAH! Faster..." Helen gasped out, starting to get into the feel. "So good... Deeper... Use that tongue DAMMIT!"The last line had her clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Helen squeezed her eyes shut, before breathing again, and continuing."OH god, baby... Oh Brent! I never... oh... oh... Oh, OH OOOOH!" She had. "Then, of course, depending on the reaction I get, or more accurately induce, we'll see." You mean we might still scratch the operation?" Oh, no, no."That's a go, regardless."The worse that could happen is that we look ridiculous, warning the girl and offering rescue where there is no perceived danger." Not to mention the little matter of breaking and entering," Nancy interjects."Oh, come now. Randy Buck may be many things, but petty is not one of them."No, we break in and there's nothing. She giggles and smiles. I put my finger in her navel and started seeing its deepness. She was laughing. She then kept her hand on my chest and started rubbing it. It was a great feel.Then, my other hand went down and grabbed her butt. Wow, it was firm and perfect in size. I liked it soo much so put my other hand too there. I was pressing them like sponge ball. We didn’t take our lips apart while all these were happening.While rubbing her butt, a finger touched her butt hole and she lifted her.