I slid my finger up and down her gash until I found her clit. I used the juice from her pussy and began to tease her love button with playful soft tou...ches, then traced a line back to her opening and slid the first digit of my middle finger into her until it was covered with her slippery love fluid. I repeated this motion and each time finger returned to her pussy, I slid another joint of my finger inside her. I kept this up until she was squirming and squiggling beneath the full penetration of. Pausing before the two of them, drawing out her exposure, feeling the surge of heat washing through her, Gwen nodded as if she was thinking or considering his suggestion. “You would?” she asked, unable to help herself, picturing her wearing something like Izzy was. “I mean ... yeah ... I could ... try” she said, turning slightly from side to side, subtly showing off her body. The peach panties were mostly opaque, though a bit of her brunette darkness could be spotted. The bra was much less. I figured I could rub one out when I got home since my wife was working late that night. She asked me where I was running off to? I told her home. Then she asked if i was going to finish what I started down stairs. I was confused at first, since I thought all the toys were away. She told me she knew I was staring at her ass and it made her wet. Now she said she had a wet pussy and was I going to finish what I started. I asked her what she had in mind. When she bent over this time, to move a. It is natural to have a crush on your teacher, and I do not mind it”. Such encouraging words made me ask her to have coffee with me outside. She agreed immediately. I took her out to coffee next day, and we found we had lot of common interests. We soon became friends, but I was looking for an excuse to get inside her Saree. She told me about her collection of books at home, and I asked if I could come over to see them. She invited me after college, and we landed up in her bedroom, where there.