M.) she just congratulated me on my (inadequate) homer-hitting performance and explained that she'd decided to have me pick her up at home Tuesday, in...stead of at work. "Do you need directions?" she asked.'"Well, just give me the address," I told her. "I'll get directions on the computer." It's not far from the hospital," she said. "We can still leave at the same time, OK?" Sure" But... if you want, you could come early, and I could make you lunch." Fine. When should I show up?"Is one o'clock. I was wrong! She slid her hand between my thighs and stroked my wet lump pussy lips. It was so gentle I could hardly feel it. She slid her finger over my V, just stroking the start of my clit. I started to pant heavily as she slid her fingers over my clit. She moved it on tiny circles all over – round the edge, at the tip, on the top. I thought I was going to burst, but she knew just what she was doing. Her teasing touch was so light. Even though she was driving me mad with need, it wasn't. I am initially horrified but that quickly turns to an altogether different feeling when I look her in the eyes and see that this is what she wants. I am her experiment and she is doing thorough research, pushing all my buttons and seeing how far I will let her go. I think she knows I will go to places she has never been before and I think this is what is turning her on. “That’s a good boy, Humph. I bet you can taste your own cum now. I just had a lick and it tastes so good.” Emmy says with a. ”“Definitely.”“Good,” she said cheerfully. “Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s go close the windows and start the air conditioner. We can talk about signals on the way back to the house. I want a real shower, with real shampoo, and real soap.”I nodded enthusiastically, and we walked back into the house.***“I’ve been thinking about it,” Susan said after we’d gotten into her car for the short drive from Mr. Kestrel’s house to hers. “I don’t really need to tell you much about signals. Most of.