She could stop him in his tracks if she wanted to. She could drive him to frustration or delight. Dr. Carly gave her quite a set of tools. Yes, quite ... set.She could tell him to slow and be still, get up and make him wait while she pushed herself back against him.She could beg off, turn around and take him in her mouth to taste him.She could grab his swelling cock by the base, line it up against her asshole and rub against him just to tease him and put him back in her pussy.But she herself was. “It’s okay Jack, I went through that phase to” he said, he continued to talk, “I think you want to do other things to.” he stopped stroking his cock at that point.“Other things?” I ask. George sat up.“Yes Jack other things, we have been friends for a long time, and I’ve watched you change, how you walk, talk, I mean it has become more feminine, I just thought at first you were playing a game, but it hasn’t changed a bit, so tell me what’s going on here, you watching me jack off, and all I think. He walked over and sat next to me, “Bree, you know I don’t really need to talk to you about your thesis right?” he looked at me in the eyes as he asked me this. I took a deep breath and finally responded, “I know” He continued with his lecture, “if anything your thesis the whole paper in general is perfect. But it’s just that…” he stopped talking and struggled with his words; as if he didn’t know what else to say. I was beyond shocked when he grabbed my face and kissed me hard on the lips. I. She was wearing tight denim jeans, a cute white tank top and a denim jacket which she took off and placed on the bed. I walked over and stood in front of her. “You can pull them down this time” I winked at her.Riley bit her lip again and reached forward. She didn't go for the waist band but ran her hand over my crotch. My cock twitched at her touch. Her hand pressed against my bulge and she just stared at it in a trance. Riley then reached her hand into my shorts and grabbed my cock, a moan.