Would have her shudder and flood her cunt with orgasm.“Oh goddamn. How do you know how to touch me so good?” She’d groan and press her face into... my chest. I didn’t have an answer except to touch her that way again. This time however I had already had undone her pants and slipped my hand into her pants. Fingering her soaking wet cooze. When I pinched her left nipple she clamped her hand over her own mouth. Still the tiny squeal reverberated in the alcove. And my hand was coated her juices. “Ok. It'll be the hit of the dinner," said Jennifer. "It really isn'tfair to have Malissa teaching you since she's a real Gourmet Chef." Jennifer, one school dinner doesn't make me a Gourmet or a Chef." Isaid."Sure and I suppose this is just an ordinary Champaign Flute," shelifted down the Flute from my Freshman dinner. "You would never guesswhat she served, Escargot. Can you believe it? And they actually let ushave wine. And then her class got to have Champaign after it was over." What is, that. But I still have some questions for you.”I nodded my head and set my packages by the door and went to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. I returned to sit next to Ben on the couch.Taking his hand in mine, I then asked him, “What is on your mind, baby? I am sure we can work it out so we both understand how this is going to work. I am sure last weekend was a shock to you.”“You could say that. I thought it was going to be a one-night deal and then you threw me out and spent the entire weekend. I was about to change my mind when the elevator door opened and Michelle got off. She walked to her room and I followed her.When we got inside the hotel room, Michelle turned toward me and French kissed me plunging her tongue in my mouth. She kissed me with enthusiasm and I steered her over toward the bed. I lowered the top of Michelle's formal dress to her waist and bared her small firm tits. Michelle had small breasts but she had hard little nipples that stuck out about an inch. I sucked on.