I lifted her hands gently and she stood up, still not looking at me. I dropped her left hand and gently lifted her chin until we were looking into each others eyes. Her face was as red as I'd ever seen japanese it. “I think I'm a prize idiot,” I said softly and began to pull her into a hug. Jennifer's arms went around my waist, locking me into a fierce hug. I responded in kind and for long moments we just stood there. I leaned down toward her lips and felt her rise onto her toes as she lifted her lips to mine. The kiss started as a soft and tentative exploration, but soon turned into a fiercely demanding encounter. I pulled back a little, breaking the kiss. I guided her gently to the sofa. I sat down and pulled her to my lap, sitting her sideways as we resumed kissing. Our hands seemed to be leading a life of their own, gently exploring each other's bodies. I gently cupped one, incredibly soft breast, producing a gasp as she ran her hands across my chest and shoulders. Some timeless interval later when we came up for air, we sat absolutely still looking into each others eyes. Jennifer broke eye contact, with a shudder. “We need to . . . uh . . . slow down . . .” she said, “we need to . . . think . . . or plan . . . or something . . .” With a grinding of mental gears, I took several deep breaths and looked around to get my bearings. “Yeah.” I admitted, “we need to stop, for a little while . . .” “What time asian is it?” she asked, I told Mum I'd be home by twelve.” I slid her to the sofa and stood to get a better view of one of the computer screens. “Quarter past eleven,” I let out a heavy sigh of frustration and disappointment, “I guess I better be getting you home.” “I think you are going to need a lab partner for your project,” , she said with a mischievous grin. “I agree, but right now you need to get yourself together before we go.” Jennifer looked down, noticing for the first time that her sweater and blouse were bunched up almost into her armpits exposing her lacy white bra. She quickly straightened her clothes while I tucked in my own shirt and began shutting down the computers. We stayed very close to each other with many frequent touches as if to reassure ourselves that the other were there. The stairs and doors were especially awkward, but we finally reached the car. I handed her into the passenger seat and all but ran around the car to get behind the wheel. “Yes, yes, no, yes, oh my yes, ouch…” she narrated as she brushed through the photos. I went through my clothes to see what would look good to Matt. Just when I thought this asian girl could not give better head, she gave me better head. “Yeah, that was pretty cool. I sucked in a deep breath, my t-shirt feeling so tight around my chest. He was too close. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to. “Oh, I’m sorry.” After a few minutes his cock has fully hard again and she was feeling japanese horny herself. “No need to rush in, squirt. She made a “Pssss” kind of noise, I felt stupid when I understood and must have blushed. Gone was every bit of advice my sisters gave me, every tip I had learned from reading and watching porn, and every fantasy I ever played out in my mind, anticipating this moment.