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Gina seemed pretty open with her offer, and in any case is now sitting, confident and relaxed, resting gently on your lap. She is looking at you with an easy patience and a soft smile, and you can see her nipples poking into her blouse, on either side of the gently blushing cleavage showing between her opened buttons.

You decide to test the waters slightly, touching the fabric of her blouse on her chest. Her eyes widen slightly, but her expression is otherwise unchanged. "Is this silk?" you ask.

Gina nods. "It certainly is, sir. I'm afraid that I'm a little bit excitable at times, and it's just more comfortable for me to wear something soft when I'm in a perky mood," she says.

Gina wiggles her chest slightly, and Charlotte laughs. "Gina, you incorrigible flirt," she says. Gina just smiles at you as her breasts shimmy enticingly gently under her blouse. Her eyes flit downwards, which you take as an invitation to gaze at her chest. Your hand reaches for the buttons on her blouse.

In your old life, you had known Gina for three months or so; you're not sure how things go in your new world, but it doesn't seem quite long enough to be the familiarity of taking off clothes, if Charlotte is only recently letting the professor see her in her panties after months of visiting.

You feel that you should say something. "I'm glad that you are happy to let me open your blouse and enjoy looking at your chest, Gina," you say. "Especially so soon. May I ask to what I owe the pleasure?"

Gina looks at you levelly. "You have often honoured me with your attention," she says, "without, however, asking anything more from me than a smile. I am happy to trust myself to a man of gentle manners such as you," she says, smiling.

"He did walk in on you that one time while you were in the shower," Charlotte teased. Glancing at her, you see her pussy lips are swelling. "No disrespect intended, John --- I only mean to acknowledge your boldness."

Gina shrugs as you open her blouse. "It didn't bother me too much," she says. "He needed to use the toilet, and I happened to be in the shower after crashing here for the night. He was very understanding and didn't ask to touch me in the inspiration of the moment, the way many guys might."

Charlotte nods. "I do agree, I suppose. I have had to gently move the hands of many men, but John has always pushed the buttons I hoped he might push," she says. Her hand wanders down to the join between her legs.

You have undone Gina's blouse now, and it hangs easily on her shoulders, draping down over hear breasts, just obscuring her nipples.

"I can feel that my chest pleases you," Gina says coyly, shifting her weight slightly against your cock. "The gift of your excitement is, for me, a great reward, John. I hope you will forgive me for being selfish, and ask that you enjoy me more fully."