" He got up and led his daughter from the room towards the back of the house. I could not help but see her keep looking over her shoulder back at me, ...smiling as they left the room.I sat my briefcase down alongside the couch and noticed a set of scrapbooks lying on the coffee table in front of me. I casually opened one and began looking at the various photos inside. Typical family photos of him, his wife and daughter, doing various things, birthday parties, BBQ's and vacation photos. Flipping. They were more or less best friends.Neither one had a boy friend so I asked teasingly if they visited each other late after lights out and became friends with benefits. They laughed and said no that no they weren’t lovers, but by the look in Tara’s eye I think maybe she fantasized about it. It felt like things were winding down when they asked if I could look at their work and I agreed. They did not want to go back to the dorm because it was crowded, so I invited them back to my apartment. .My lab table is set up in front of the classroom, right next to my desk.Although I like to show off my legs when sitting at (or on) my desk, the lab table is solid, so the boys can't see anything below my waist. At first, I made sure not to be behind the lab table to much, since I like to show off. However, being behind the lab table all day has its advantages...Just last week, I set up a lot of glassware on the table and had a few burners going to make the effect look good. Actually nothing. She was no exception to my theory that most highly sexed women - myself included- had a well-developed clitoris. Els’s was the size of the end of my forefinger and protruded about the length of my nail. It certainly responded to my expert manipulation. If there is one thing I can do, that is work a clit to a good orgasm - and I did. With a very solid cock in her and my frigging, we had Els gasping her way through a quiet orgasm. I jumped on the table next to Els and just lay back pulling my.