Or the Professor. Why did guys think that observations like, 'Hey baby, you're looking good', would instantly have her running into their arms? Just a...bout any dickhead could tell she was 'looking good'. If he hadn't been looking at her tits when he said it, she may have even enjoyed the compliment. She sighed.Oh, well.At least her classes were done for another day. The year was passing quickly.Damn, I hate these fucking steps, she thought, trudging up the last of them. She stopped. I had no worries about scratching her delicate skin. As I stood and looked at her, I watched my hands do their thing. One technique I've used most of my life is to extend my fingers taut, touch the nipples with the palm of my hand, and slowly make circles with my hands. Most women with whom I've enjoyed physical intimacy have responded to this method.Even though both of us were nervous about joining cock to pussy (because she was menstruating), we got past that quickly. NOTE: this was the first. She later claimed it was a kind of tradition dating back eons but I hadn’t really believed her. I had thought it a way of passing off an embarrassing incident.“You mean the pis… urinating she was doing?” Weird how, even though I’d just sucked the love juice from between this woman’s legs, I couldn’t bring myself to say “pissing” to her!“Quite,” she replied coolly as she continued her slow self-arousal. “Now. Will you join in with our custom?”I felt in no position to decline. I was after all. So I was showing a bit more, well, a lot more, than normal. I'd planned on some topless sunbathing on this trip anyway, and a pair of bikini bottoms were pretty much just a pair of panties, so...Mary knee-walked across the bed, and one of the guys, not Tom, her husband, folded her into his arms. They lay back on the bed, bodies pressed together, kissing. Now that looked like fun, even if she wasn't with her husband. I went around the bed, Tom's arms went around me, and we ended up on the bed,.