You always taste like cherries. I like that,” his voice drifting. My eyes closed, thinking of the way he describes what he’ll do to me. I’m in ...just a tank top and panties; under my covers I let my hands wander over my body. I caress my breasts, thinking of them as Nicolas’ hands. I'd much rather them be his, but my own touch is heightening the pleasure of listening to him talk to me. My blood rushes through my body fast, causing my heartbeat to quicken. “Do you like that, Kyra?” His voice is. .. ? Omg!”We went back and forth like that most of the lab. I loved the way she teased and the way her eyes twinkled.As we were inventorying and putting our chemistry equipment in our locker, she surprised me by correctly identifying every item on the list, even though some of the equipment was unfamiliar to me.When we finished, I was hoping the lab was longer, because I really enjoyed being with Emily. I think she felt the same way, because when the graduate student who monitored the lab said. Black faded to gray then to white, pastel blue blending into pale lavender before shifting dramatically to tangerine. Willows provided shady spots, while poplars flanked the road like sentries. At the end of the path lay the High Lord’s manor. Its rooms too numerous to count, it rose from the flat land like a white vision, five stories of timber and brick. Inside, halls opened into libraries and parlors, ballrooms and formal dining rooms, conservatories and stillrooms. Its attics were warrens. I reached down and started to finger her cunt, running fingers in side and back up to probe her clit.It was like I pushed a switch because she dropped our cocks and sat up. She pulled me into her and pressed my mouth to hers. Rusty went behind her and started to run his tongue behind her ear. I felt him push against her ass and begin to grind. On that cue, I worked my way down her neck, kissing, licking and sucking until I had her tits in my hands and pulled them into my mouth. Having it served.