"Wow," I commented. I was nearly panting."I'll take that as a compliment," she said, starting to approach me again.I had to calm down, or my thousand ...ollar investment would be spent in a matter of seconds. "Wait!" I didn't want to shout, but couldn't help it.She backed away a step and gave me a quizzical, disappointed look which quickly developed into an expression of understanding. Then she inclined her head, looked at me from under her lovely, long lashes, and smiled, biting her lower. I stepped into a short cotton nightgown and a pair ballerina slippers. I decided to be a daring with Mike and skip the underwear. I wonder what Mike would think if he knew what Pep Done? Or that perhaps Pep was a better pussylicker than he, himself? I wonder if I rub peanut butter on my pussy for Mike, Would heat me until every drop is gone? I thought as I lotioned my body. Brushing my hand against my pussy, I couldnt resist stroking my clit. I had to be quiet, I didnt want Mike or even worse. It was handy having a safe space to have sex in and certainly, the local lads from my college didn't mind either! I was a horny teenager but then I've been a horny adult all my life even to this day. None of them were serious, however, but drunken teenage fumblings seems a right a passage for anyone.It would be wrong to discuss my college years without talking about my friend Jayne. God, she was gorgeous! She was petite, just over 5'0 but had a stunning body with curves in all the right places.. They couldn’t do this to her! She needed a man to finish off the job that James had started this morning. If not a man then someone, something, to quench her aching needs. Her fingers just didn’t seem to have the same appeal anymore. The drug had made her an addict … and sex was her fix. There had to be some specific reason for suddenly changing her arrangements, but what? She couldn’t think at all, let alone rationally, not when all she wanted to do was fuck. She glanced at the door, knowing.