While in the lab, I made rapid progress, discovering and exploring creative alternatives to previously failed experiments. My mind felt cleared, like ...it had been scoured and freshly ordered. From an initial evaluation, my decision to have sex with Miranda was a complete success. That’s not to say I didn’t relive the experience in my mind. I replayed every moment over and over, only it wasn’t distracting. It was like a familiar movie playing in the background while you work. You can still hear. He grabbed me and pulled me up, pushing me onto my back on the desk, he tore my little g-string off exposing my tight wet pussy, he kneeled down, I felt his tounge gently slide up my slit, reaching my clit he began to circle round it, then licking and flicking it I began to moan, it felt so fucking good "Yes, Mr Armstrong, lick my throbbing clit, suck it!" Oh and he did, he sucked it till I was squirming and squeeling, then shoving his cock into my tight cunt I came all over his tongue..and. ‘I note you’re somewhat disconcerted by my vestments.’ I smiled and sat opposite her, my own, rather longer dress smoothed under my bum. ‘I love the way you do that, College, if I try I tend to pull my knickers down. Any how, as I was saying, here you find me in the garb of a woman.’ ‘And very lovely it is too.’ ‘Your compliment is accepted with grateful thanks. But, I suspect you are wondering what Donna the Dyke is doing in a frock?’ ‘It had crossed my mind.’ ‘I did not doubt it. I have not. “Oh my god… your even better than Iz” she panted. “I can barely move.”“Well your gonna need to cuz I can’t hold back anymore,” Laura said, apparently she had been sitting there awake while Mark and Jessi fucked. “I want to feel what everyone else is talking about, and what Jessi was yelling about,” She walked over to him, and they began to make out, as Jessi went to the far end of the bed and began to finger the hell out of herself. Laura placed her hands on the bed, looked over her shoulder,.