Now I did. I wanted to go all the way. I wanted him to fuck me. To stick his cock into me and fuck me like a girl. I had taken his cock deep into my m...uth as I had these thoughts and made my decision.Now I moved my head faster and sucked him harder. My hands were on his bare buttocks and his were on my head. Mark moved his hips, fucking my mouth. I reached down and slid my hand into my panties. Rubbing myself, I could feel how much precum had leaked from my cock as I sucked Mark. It had made my. The evening wore on and slowly, slowly, people left. Now it was just Rochelle's (the Nastassja look alike) father and I. “Here, have another glass,” her father said and poured more wine into my empty glass. “Sir, if I didn't know better I would think you were trying to get me drunk,” I said with a giggle. “Oh? A lightweight are you? Well, perhaps we should stop. I don't want you passed out – or worse,” he said. His smile told me he found this amusing, it also suggested flirtation. No. He was a. ...................................................................................................................... It was another late night. Like most nights, I was the last to leave the library. My Master’s thesis consumed my life, bringing me late nights and early mornings. It also left very little time for a social life, not like I had one. People seemed to avoid me. I wasn’t sure whether it was my intellect, my interest in ancient societies, or the morbid way I dressed that put people. “That little patch of taller grass should be from my cum fertilizing the soil,” he joked. pointing to the ground.“I’d sooner have your cum fertilizing me for a baby!” she hinted.“I will, someday, though I’ve got the feeling that we’ll be practising making a baby here.”“You are so right!” she said taking him in her arms. As his tongue probed her mouth she didn’t object to his hand inside her top.She helped him to carry a picnic table closer to their area and draped a sheet over one side. “The.