I need to get myself home and you need to finish your chores before our parents get home.” She glanced at her watch and pointed her finger at it in... the most annoying way. “Now move,” she insisted, standing up to pull to panties up into place. As Junior lost sight of her pubic patch and then she covered her perky little breasts, his heart fell a little just knowing that no matter how bad he wanted her to stay as she was, she was covering herself to leave and there was nothing he could do or. But to lose it like that? It wasn't like Dr. Waldersohn didn't have other hot girls in his classes. He was pretty young for a prof, maybe forty, and had this sensitive Swedish male thing going for him, a piece of info I'd picked up from Missy. Surely he'd seen boobs before. “Were you doing anything to encourage him,” I asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Jane giggled and bent over very low, giving me a good look down her shirt. “Not I thing. I am purely innocent.” Then she sat down on the chair. .. don't ... do me," she managed."Do you? Be more specific. Be exactly precise, if you want me not to do something," he was enjoying this."Please," her voice was higher now as she became more agitated, "Please don't fuck me." What is 'fuck'?" asked her tormentor, "I don't know this word."She realised exactly what he wanted, and knew her pleas were in vain, but on she went, "Please don't put your thing in my belly." What thing?" Your ... your penis." You mean like this?" he asked as he thrust it. As he reached my ankles, he said “You do smell good all over. I wonder how you taste?”. With that he began to retrace his path from my toes to my neck, nipping little kisses and licks along the way. Along the hem of my shorts, across the width of my thigh, he left a string of kisses and a little trail of his saliva behind as his tongue traced the outline of my shorts. By the time his kisses reached my neck, my breath was ragged, my pussy was wet,and my nipples hard as little pebbles in my.