Michelle was sitting on the sofa licking the fingers of her right hand and holding her coffee cup in her left. Indian sex I looked at the clock on Maggie and Penny’s stove and realized that she was right. “Mmmmmmmm” I heard as Michelle dropped her head back down and did the exact same thing to the other side of my sack and the other stunned ball. I started with soft sensual kisses lightly to the underside of her chin, I followed along her jaw line down across her neck. Halting my upward advance I gently blew across her clit earning myself a long low moan. I rolled over on my right side again propping my head up on my right hand and elbow. Oh My God! “Jim darling, your shirt is on inside out… and backwards…” I looked at her and she winked. Penny’s words about her and Maggie getting attached to students now and then echoed in my mind. Leaving them around her knees I drew my hand slowly back up the inside of her left thigh dragging the tips of my fingers lightly across her soft skin. “Nah, not really. She let the second eyebrow arch up then tilted her head forward and shook it vigorously.
