We were staring into each others eyes as I undid the pants button and zipper, and slid my hand in. I slowly rubbed my index and middle fingers on the ...outside of her panties, going in circles then changing the pattern randomly. Her eyes were now closed, her head tilted back, and lips partly open. Her breasts moved up and down as her breathing got heavier, and a light moaned escaped her. I stopped and pulled my hand out, staring at her. She opened her eyes and looked back, looking slightly. She wrapped her tongue around the head of my cock and began to bob her head up and down . She put it all the way in her throat and began to on it . The feeling of her throat opening and closing on my cock felt amazing . She knew what she was doing too because when I looked down she was batting her eyelashes up at me as if to say " You love it when I suck your big white cock don't you " She pulled back and started to suck really hard on the head of my cock and groan escaped my lips . " Hallie ". For Florence had committed the biggest sin at St Augustine. She had wet the bed sometime during the night. Which meant at bed inspection that morning she had been bent over the bed and given six strokes of the cane on her bare bottom.This was the standered punishment for wetting the bed at St Augustine Catholic girls boarding school. After allONLY EVIL LITTLE GIRLS WET THE BED!And good little girls didn't Because Cleanliness was next to Godliness.. I tossed my bags in the trunk and sank down into the passenger seat. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, "How are you doing. babe?" "I'm doing OK. It's good to be home." Just seeing her again was beginning to ease my feeling of exhaustion.She pulled away for the curb and we made our way through the traffic streaming away from the airport. I just sat and watched her drive. Her glorious red hair reaching almost to her shoulders, the profile of her pert, little nose as she kept her eyes on.