Before Imarried it was fun and it kept my sex life active but afterward I wantedto go home to my husband. It was becoming a strain on our marriage but...hen when I became pregnant and was going to leave this job my husbandmellowed out." How often do they have parties?" At least once a week." Are they fun?" They can be. Just be careful though, more than booze is used and Ilearned quickly that drinking and working don't mix so I just drank softdrinks and watched everyone else make fools of. ” She smiled at feeling so sexy, and at the thought of teasing the poor boy.“Oh man that’s so hot.”“It’s a shame you can’t come over, we could watch netflix ... and chill.”He laughed, “If this is a booty call, you’re terrible at it.”“What? Why? Hey!”He continued, “You’ve already told me I can’t set foot in that dorm at night for many reasons, not the least of which is they’d call the campus cops on me.”“Whatever happened to romance, and scaling the castle walls?”“Not if it leads to a night in. I was about 5'10", and 170 pounds. I have about a seven and a half inch cock, which is probably a little above average, but I can only assume that her ex-husband had a small penis because she seemed amazed by the size of mine.Although we were sexually attracted to each other, and we enjoyed spending time together, I knew she was somewhat conflicted about her feelings towards me. Aside from the fact that we grew up nearly two decades apart, and had significant differences in interests, there. As I reached down she raised up a bit so that I could grab them. My hands ended up between her legs at the top of her thighs. One of the strings was right up in her crotch. I took my time getting that one running my finger against her slit as I did. She let out a gasp and then jumped a bit as my finger hit her swollen clit impaling herself against the head of my hard cock gasping again. Her bikini was soaking wet and I wished that it did not need to seem accidental so that I could go.