Our kisses became urgent as our desire was starting to burn out of control. Mitch bent down a little and swept me into his arms. He carried me effortl...ssly to the bed and then gently laid me on it. His hands slid over my smooth stomach to the waist band of my jeans. I lifted my hips as he unsnapped them and slid them down my over my hips. I heard him gasp at the sight of my black g-string. It was skimpy and made of soft silk. I was certain he could see the damp spot that had formed on them. As. I'll do more studies before I start the pastel painting that will be the finale for what we started today."She stood in front of the sketch and studied it. Without looking at me, she said, "Is this how you see me?" One aspect of you, yes," I said."Which aspect?" Your introspective side," I said. "The pose shows you deep in thought but your passion, the fire in your belly, is close to the surface. It's an edge, a split-second, the moment in time before you make up your mind, and it's very. I could not defend myself from the assault and my horny assailant was hell bent on getting his prodigious phallus into my anal sphincter muscle. The two of us were grunting and groaning like wild b**st, me from pain and comfort, him from pleasure and desirable lust. My mind was wondering why no one was coming to my aide, when I remembered that the library was almost deserted on Saturday nights. Only two student assistants, the scheduled librarian and maybe one or two students, besides no one. Aren't you?" she panted."Maybe," I said. "That depends on you." I'll never ask you to," she groaned, through grinding teeth. She was trying not to have the orgasm that was about to streak through her."OK," I said. She almost cried out as my hand slipped up and out of her crotch, to cup her breasts and squeeze at the nipples there."You bastard," she grunted."Guilty as charged," I said in her ear. "I think you're clean now." Wait!" she moaned. "You can't do this to me." I'm only doing what you.