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I tried to be discreet in my fascination with her breasts, but I failed. More than once she caught me looking at those tits and imagining them in my mouth. Jessie always smiled when she caught me ogling those breasts, but made only token efforts to cover up. She took to wearing spandex running shorts that clung to the crack of her ass and attracted everyone’s attention when she walked by. ​The thought of what pleasures lay under those skimpy clothes gave me a raging hard on during the daily bus excursions, and more than once I caught Jessie staring at my cock bulging through my pants. Once when I caught her staring, she just smiled and said “You must be having very pleasant thoughts, Professor.” I was a bit embarrassed by her boldness and said “You have no idea. And you should stop looking at my crotch and flirting with me.” She feigned shock and said “Why would I be flirting with you? You are just a dirty old man!” ​We continued like this for a couple of weeks into the trip. Some days I could have sworn her tight shorts were damp in her crotch. She insisted that her flirting was just my imagination. I was about to bust. ​By the second week, the students had settled into an evening routine where some went out to bars, if the town had one, and others gathered in my hotel room to watch Chinese TV and concoct their own translation for the endless Hardcore period dramas that were the staple of Chinese television. My door would stay open, and students could come and go. ​One evening students were watching TV while I was making travel plans for the class on my computer. Jessie was there, sitting on the bed with other students. She was dressed in a tight stretchy tank top that showed great cleavage, and short, loose flannel pajama bottoms. I couldn’t keep my mind or my eyes on my work, much to her delight. When she sat with her legs crossed, she angled her body so I could see up her legs and catch a glimpse of fiery red pussy hair. She enjoyed tormenting me, which was obvious. ​As the evening drew to a close, students drifted off to bed until Jessie and I were alone; she sitting on the bed pretending to still watch TV and me still pretending to work. She kept adjusting her top, both to distract me I think, but the friction of the fabric also made her nipples hard, protruding through the thin fabric. ​“Jessie, if you’re going to keep distracting me from my work, I will have to ask you to leave!” “But I am just sitting here! I’m not doing anything!” “Well, you’re not sitting very still, and you are flirting with me again.” “Oh my God, I Big Tits am not flirting with you, I am just watching television!” “Okay, you’re not flirting with me. But if you are just watching television, you can do that in your own room where you won’t distract me.” “Geez, my roommate is out somewhere and I just wanted company and you are throwing me out,” she said as she got up to leave. Still, he and everyone around continued to stare. She was working so she didn't miss me in the day, but by the evening she was sad that I left and happy that I got to the place safe and sound. I slid it from her lips to mine musky salty cum blasted in to me and then Carol had it back cum was dripping from both of us but still it unloaded about 7 or 8 huge spurts. “So, Dr. Lawrence, how successful would you say this observation task has been so far?” Elise asked. It was shaky and lacked all of her confidence, all of her boldness, any bit of Nicole I could find. As she returned to full throat he stroked harder and faster. I am not sure I like the idea of Big Tits her being immediately jostled right after the tattoo. You squeeze my finger with the muscles in your sphincter. It was shortly afterwards that I heard the soft squeaking of the internal door to the boiler room being opened. God knows where his boots were – stolen I guess, along with his talisman and the contents of his sporran. She smiles and tells me, "You can just call me Buns. I sense the first one shake his head. I cringed internally. Heather’s panties were quickly yanked to her knees as she fought to maintain her balance. Sven was protecting me. I needed to keep fighting here. I don’t live far from here. Anything, to get his mind off the train of fuckall running rampant through that Hardcore over-weighed cranium. She whimpered and groaned against me, her hands kneading my tits as my orgasm hit its peak. She could spot money from a mile away, she had learned to. There's no way she would obey us, so drop down now." My father didn't dismiss the idea, but launched into a long talk about the expense and potential problems of living alone. She paused a moment, gasping, crying, her body rigid, trembling. I pressed her nipples until they inverted, and her smile disappeared, turning back into a ravenous oval about my base. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. None of the boys that I’ve played with seem to care if I cum or not. Everything was fine until I sat down on the bus. She’s now bent over the table with her pussy waiting for his cock. My legs spread. She lived in an old building on the lower East Side and its elevator is out of order. “I can!” she moaned and slammed her pussy down my cock.