Her other hand started moving over her body, rubbing the still damp skin around her groin, using her upper arm to wobble one big breast. Their eyes lo...cked, as he gasped "Christ, you little minx, c'mon, stick it in. Jesus."Her face lit up in a feral, erotic grin of triumph as she let the head penetrate into the wet warmth of her box. He humped his hips, but she used her hand to keep herself from sliding further. He felt her flexing the muscles there, putting intermittent pressure on his. I did as she requested and as I sat back bare-chested she took the ice cube and sucked on it, her eyes never leaving mine as she gave a little purr. Then taking the ice cube from her lips, she ran it between her breasts and gave a little giggle.Standing up she walked over to me. On her platform sandals her crotch was at my eye level. I could see a few blond hairs poking out from her suit and her labia were well outlined by the shear white fabric. At this point with no shirt on I could do. "If you don't mind, just try to sit on my lap. If it's not too uncomfortable maybe we can manage until we get to the beach."Mom looked me up and down before sighing and sitting down on the end of my knees, pressed up against the seat in front. "That's not going to work mom. Here," I said, pulling her hips back onto mine. "This will distribute the weight more evenly, and give you some leg room." Mom shifted to get comfortable and leaned her back into my chest. I sighed as the bus started to. You going to take your acrylics down with you?"Vixen nodded. "Last chance, Mr. Morris, a long weekend with me in your sleeping bag. How about it?" You are really antsy," he said with a laugh. "Hey Phil," he yelled toward the open office door, "come in here."The big young man came in and stood by Vixen's knees, aware of the warmth of her body. "Want you to meet one of my favorite students. Vixen, Phil. She's thinking about a quick trip down the beach to do some painting. Interested?" Sure,.