Tif rubs her clit as she rubs her back on my hard cock."Oh God Tony, fuck me with your fingers now!"Tif moves against my fingers, and they slip past h...er labia into her soft, wet honey pot. As my finger probes her and Tif rubs her clit, we both pinch her nipples with our other fingers. She turns her head to me and we share a very passionate kiss. Taking turns, sucking on one another’s tongues while fingers probe, rub and pinch.Moaning into my mouth as we kiss, my finger thrusts into her honey. Her tits were the first thing I noticed, in her pink vest top they hung so nicely. She was clearly not wearing a bra. Her ankle length wrap around skirt exposing a little of her thigh, I wondered if her bra was the only underwear she didn’t bother with…I could see the way she was looking at me too, what was it about girls with young men in suits? Half the female population of the auditorium seemed to be looking at me in the way you aren’t supposed to look at your professor. Not that that was a. Dad had passed away when Trevor was 22, and as an only offspring he had inherited the whole works from his father and had found himself quite well off, he lived with his mother, the company going from strength to strength as the years passed. It now employed 40 folk`s in 3 shifts, a round the clock business hence he being on call. They lived, he and June his 51year old mother in a detached villa, set in its own big garden in suburban Cheshire, his late daddy had again seen to that and it had. It wasn't a subject they had really covered before, and they were both surprised to realize they had been at the same rock concert in Minneapolis during their university days.There had been a number of gaps in their conversation as each of them considered things they had heard while they were at Annie's home. Each noticed that the other was being quite introspective, and both of them assigned their own reasons for these observations; reasons that were all wildly off the mark.It didn't take them.