"See, it doesn't happen with me." She reminded him of his problem of cumming against Jenny's thigh so quickly."Yeah!" he said, aware that he had to ho...ld back the emotion as he felt her pussy tight against his walking shorts. He pressed back and his hands found her bottom and gently and carefully, as if carrying dynamite, caressed her panties through the loose-legged shorts. Over her shoulder, he could see Mr. Barton still sitting at the table reading his paper.It was dark but his eyes seemed to. Holding hands, shoulders touching, the warmth passing between us.The concert came to a quiet close and we sat chatting for a few minutes as the crowd wandered out. Sitting close, turn towards each other, holding hands, kissing and talking. Finally I stand and pull you to your feet, and we walk out of the Kennedy Center. Our Limo is waiting for us and you approach and I let my hand fall to your ass as to bend to step into the car, rubbing down the back of your thighs a little and feeling the. As soon as I gave her clit a lick, which she had been wanting for so long, she burst into orgasms. She moaned, and called my name out. She wanted more, she asked for it, she had her fingers on my head, and she was pulling at my hair.The woman of my dreams was dripping wet on my bed, and I was licking her pussy. Her pussy was all mine. I felt so amazing. Like anything is possible.I slowly came back up, got on top, and kept kissing. Then I put some spit on my cock and rubbed against her pussy,. She rushed forward intending to hug and even kiss her mentor. Unfortunately she slipped as she moved forward and her hug turned into a bump, which in turn caused him to stumble backwards, right into the urn. Which teetered on the edge of the table for a moment and, even as Laura and the professor rushed to steady it, fell to the floor, shattering at their feet. Before either had a chance to react, Laura at least became aware of a white mist rising from ruins of the urn. At first thin and wispy,.