Wiping a drenched layer of sweat off his brow he lifted a wide brimmed hat up to comb his gloves over the bald spot on his head. Prof. Franz Ceril had... been heading this palaeontological dig for at least a month now, though he secretly kicked himself in the rear for picking August to head out and dig in the first place. Not in the best of shape even at his age, he had a greying beard that went as far as his collar and a small beer belly a bit further down. “Phew...I could have picked March to. It was her. Now, she was in anorange saree and it was not covering her boobs properly. She asked very casually that did I had my lunch. I said no. She came in my house and was enquiring why did not eat anything. I said that my mother had no time to prepare anything for me and I was not feeling very good to make myself something or to go to a hotel. She told me to come to her house and have my lunch. I said its okay I will manage. She gave me a rude look and said she will complain to my mother. Or are you using the Clinton definition? Don't make me run that red dress under a black-light?" There are no details," I laughed in spite of myself. "And no, there are no cum-stains on my dress, thank you so much for the imagery," and then in a pretty bad Texan drawl: "Ah did naht have sex with they-at may-an!" You're serious, aren't you?" she looked at me sideways. "You had a five-hour pash-fest with Kev." Four and a half," I said. "We walked around the block to warm up for the pash-fest.". She melted to the ground, her legs spread, her pussy dripping. "Eat, Blazer. Get me hotter. Get me hot so I won't be afraid." She rolled her hips, then sighed as Blazer brought his greedy mouth to the wet ooze of her virgin cunt.Blazer sloshed his tongue up through her slit and over her clit. Her body jerked, hitting his mouth and he whinnied. He jammed his thick tongue into her pussy-hole and hit the thin skin of her cherry. Another jerk of his mistress's body clogged his nostrils with buttery.