Hurriedly I got up and walked over to the mirror to check myself, I gave my breath a quick test for freshness and immediately headed for the door.As I... walked through the what seemed to be many miles of corridor I could hardly contain the feelings of excitement and anxiety, I pictured her soft features, ample breasts and beautiful glistening pussy in my head, I head only ever viewed them before by the odd naughty picture sent to my phone, now I would see and taste her for real.She is much more. As I felt it clearing my nipples I shook. I could feel the cold air made the nipples stand out. I was cursing Poul again as I was imagining Jack watching what he must see as my growing excitement. As the fingers slid back up between the breasts, slowly up my neck approaching my mouth, I was arching back in the bed with a combination of anger and growing excitement. I still had the hope that it was only Poul until the fingers found my lips and I put out the tongue to lick them and found them. I slide under these too, and feel immaculately smooth skin, soft as a baby, not a hair or blemish or flaw. Further down I feel it finally. This little girl's pussy. Lips completely contained in puffy mounds, a sweet little “innie”. Everything is tight and petite. Like a woman’s pussy, just smaller and more compact. I play around with the little crease, her little opening. Everything is soft and smooth, so well-contained compared to most women. I try to spread it open, touch at the hole. Just so. "Is there any chance..." She stopped and blushed, but went on. "Is there any possibility that Professor Simpson is a..." Again she couldn't finish. Bob just waited. Finally Mandy got it out in a rush. "I think Professor Simpson might have hit on me!"That got his attention and he tried to swallow and get his mouth clear. Mandy tried to give him more information while he did so."I mean she wants me to call her Amy, and she said I was beautiful and that I had the body to go nude like them. She.