I usually end up having to use my hand to finish with my fellator and she was going to need no such help.I tried to keep my eyes on the lot and the mi...rror to see behind me, but she was making it hard to concentrate on anything else. I wanted to reach and hold one of her tits again, but I remembered her earlier admonishment, but looking down over her back as she bent over in the seat I saw where her slacks had ridden down and a little blue panty was showing with the very top of her crack. She justwouldn't let me go!"Jane smiled at the frustration in Art's voice. The Dean at ProvidenceCollege was trying to get Art to teach 'just a couple of courses andmaybe a graduate seminar next semester,' instead of retiring as was hisstated, written intent. Jane figured it was still 50/50 as to whetherher hubby would give into the determined college administrator - again -or whether they'd be taking that Caribbean cruise they had put a depositon for the late February/March time frame. And. Her nose was suddenly covered in soft, gossamer silk. ‘There, taste me through your nose. Are they still warm from me, are they damp?’ Fingers rubbed the silk panties against her nostrils. She lay still, entranced. The rustle again and the bed dipped. The warm breath was back beside her ear, hair touching her face. ‘My hand is between my thighs, where your face was this morning. My finger is caressing my lips as your tongue did. Do you remember? How you slithered between my lips so softly,. Yes, there was some hair. Not very much. But what I did have seemed to make Duddy happy. He took my hands and brought me closer. How about you sit on the couch here like this with your legs open. I have to check your vagina to see if its growing properly. He then got on his knees infront of me and put his face right infront of my vagina. He took his fingers and gently fondled me. He even put his tongue on it. Kind of licked the slit a lot. It didn't hurt or anything but it did feel weird.He did.