Tell me that idea doesn’t make your panties damp?”“You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, Jim,” Cheri said, smiling. Then she closed her eyes... and took a deep breath.“Yeah, you’re right. My panties are a little damp. Let’s go.”“Good girl.”Jim signaled the waiter for the check. Jim paid, took Cheri’s arm and they headed for the club. On the ride over, Jim had Cheri remove her panties. He played with her smooth pussy all the way to the club. By the time they arrived she was as primed and ready. Very good grades on her homework and midterms, and the exams and assignments that had to be written were done very legibly, a rarity in this field. Sexy, smart, but what about single? Even as I was asking myself this question, I was trying to get rid of the thought. When I first got the position of teaching assistant, we were told that relationships between student and instructor were prohibited, and the danger of expulsion was looming over anyone risking it. Not that there was much risk, she. "You rub so nicely. I like it." He smiled and kissed her heavily on the lips. With his hands he caressed her back and the small space above her fanny. He slid one hand down the her sensual crack and pushed apart the surrounding buns. His finger landed right on target in the tight little hole.Linda jerked her red-haired bush onto Jack's prick. She slid along the top of his meat. His prick was not in her pussy, but rather beneath it and between her heavenly loins. The soft flesh of her nubile. " I can have Mike measure it now and have it fabricated in a couple of days then install it in a few hours one day next week. Is that satisfactory?" he asked still not being friendly. He just didn't like to lose, especially to a woman."That works fine for me," I said.Mike the master welder was called to the office. I drove the drunk up to the door of the welding shop where Mike measured the space under my seat. You aren't going to have much storage inside this thing. If I raise the seat two.