Remas had clued us in yesterday that there was a string quintet playing during the service that was worth getting up for. Having in mind what Dr. Dona...ue said, I encouraged everyone to attend. Remas was in our lobby to meet us when we left for church.The string quintet was worth any loss of sleep we might have suffered. It was a string quartet—two violins, viola, cello—with a guitar. As I read the program notes, I discovered the composer, Luigi Boccherini, had composed a dozen guitar quintets. That was fine with me because her pussy was sweet and wet. I think she was trying not to cum and ride it out, but my tongue and fingers finally won out. Two fingers inside of her tight wet vagina while my tongue flicked her clit finally did it. Her hips started to buck at last, and Ashlynn’s groans turned from moans to loud shrieks when she came.My finger was creamy wet when I pulled it out after she quit bucking."See that wasn't so bad," I told her as I stood up and wiped my knob in her wet. ”Julie looked across the table and the pizza boxes scattered across it at me. It was late at night, almost early in the morning. We were the unlikeliest of partners. I could not guess what had Dr Benedict assign us partners on this assignment.Julie was the top in our exploratory geophysics class. I wasn’t the worst but I was definitely the underachiever of the bunch. I did the half of the work that I would turn in correctly and usually finished the tests, but I still would only put in a partial. I opened the letter, and read what she had written:Will, I’m hoping this will arrive before the weekend, so you can make alternative arrangements for the university vacation. I won’t be coming up to Sydney for the next few weeks, there’s far too much going on here for me to miss. I’ve been trying to work out how to tell you this for a while, but I think we should stop seeing each other. Not that we actually see each other anymore, but you know what I mean, it’s time to call an end our.