"Okay Angie, what's the question?" I asked, noticing that she was massaging her sore thighs through her black cotton tights.
"Do we have to use the quadratic formula for..." she pauses abruptly and rubs her hands against her arms. "Mr Thomas, I'm.... I'm feeling a bit drowsy... " I see that her face has paled and I grasp her shoulders to hold her steady.
I gently guide her to the couch. "Take it easy, you're probably too exhausted."
"Quick, help me out of this," she says with somewhat renewed energy as she attempts to take off her tights. I notice that she is wearing a matching white thong.
"Can you rub my skin to keep the circulation going?" she asks weakly. "I'm about to faint."
"I'd better get a blanket to keep you warm." I say, unsure of what to do. "No, just rub me all over," she replies in a faltering voice.
Still not sure about whether I was doing the right thing, I start rubbing my hands over her thighs. She bends her right knee, giving me a clearer view of her thong-covered clean-shaven pussy. Then I move my hands upward giving some attention to her butt cheeks. I move my fingers in circles around her navel then brush them lightly over her thong. I don't notice any reaction from her and wonder if she has already passed out completely.
I move my hands again over her pussy, this time more slowly. I notice a wet spot forming in the middle of her thong. I move my fingers around the wet spot and watch it grow larger. I can hear her breathing growing heavier. I continue moving my fingers along her cunt lips that are now clearly visible through her damp thong. Suddenly, her body jerks uncontrollably as a load of fluid soaks her already wet thong. I watch for signs that she would be waking up but instead I hear a slight snore.
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