It still didn’t occur to me to ask the reason someone had named her Ardent. Afterwards, when we saw each other on campus, she went out of her way to...say hi. Otherwise, there was no contact between us. My third year, when she was a senior, we both found living arrangements off-campus. I lived in a small house next to Russell’s Flower Shop, while Ardy moved into an apartment with three other girls. Martin Russell had vacated the house when he married Betty Peters. He and his son Matthew age. When he got out, Sarah verified with me that it was defiantly Arthur. He then went to the passenger side and opened the door for the female. “Oh, my God,” Sarah said, “It is Beth. Your mother fucking husband is fucking my daughter, she’s a whore”. My eyes were wide as I then recognized Beth and saw Sarah begin to get up. I grabbed her hand and said, “Whoa, not now”.Sarah gave me a nasty look and asked, “Why not now. I want to cut that mother fucker’s ball’s off”. “Not yet, he’s already. I slowly pulled them down to her ankles revealing her beautiful snatch. She lifted one foot off the ground to free up her legs. She repositioned her body and moved to the edge of the seat and spread her legs wide so I could get full access to her waiting pussy, she knew exactly what I had in mind.It was so tempting to drive right in and start licking her pussy straight away, but I wanted to tease her a little. Just like I had been teased the last few days. I started kissing and licking the. Dipping her fingers into the already pooling globs of juice pushing from her cunt, she massaged the shiny cream up and over her sensitive node. Her finger slid back and forth, rubbing over the knot of nerves, slipping down into her cunt to collect more juice to rub onto her clit.I watched her hand intently, reaching up to stroke my hard nipples, the attention insufficient as I started to pinch and roll the buds between my fingers and thumb. Alice likewise watched me all the time, her fingers.