Her eyes widened as Channy honed in on her clit, then closed to enjoy the sensation. Her breath came in shallow gasps as Channy licked and sucked away..., pausing occasionally to rub Gilly’s bud with a finger. “How is that, Channy?” I asked. Channy lifted her head. Her face coated in Gilly’s juices and my cum. Saying nothing she buried her head back into Gilly’s lap and continued her ministrations. Gilly laid back, legs spread wide. Channy was on her knees, her hips gyrating as if to encourage her. Leaning backwards until she was sure that his feet were no longer touching the mats, she continued to increase the intensity of the bear hug that had him completely helpless and fighting to breathe.“Lisa, I give ... I give,” Gene barely got out before he ran out of oxygen.She immediately stopped squeezing and allowed his feet to touch the mats again, holding him steady until he had recovered.“Ready for fall number two?”“You’re going to pay for that.”Although it was still formidable, his. He held her arms over her head and slipped the sweater off. They were perfect and his tongue went straight to work. She leaned in to him as he sucked on each of them. He ran his tongue up to her neck and she gasped again. He whispered into her ear that she wanted her. Her moan assured him that he was going to get his wish.She couldn't take it much more. He was driving her wild and he was about to find out how much. She slipped down between his legs and worked at his belt. She fumbled a little. Too bad there isn't really an obvious formal/informal mode in English. It adds to the coy nature of flirting." I hoped I wasn't being too subtle..."Is THAT what we're doing? ... again? Yes, I still teach." Again? Whatever do you mean? Do you think we flirted before?" This could be fun. "Could you possibly mean when I gave my class talk on 'ma deuxsieme joie de vivre, la TR-3', and you teased me about what was my 'PREMIERE joie'?' Weren't we cheeky to banter so blatantly in front of the class?.