She knew she had me, knew she could tease me right to edge of orgasm,yet not allow me to come. The way her sex was pressed to my manhood,nearly engulf...ng it, but without over stimulating it, meant she couldbring herself orgasm while at the same time denying me mine. She couldand often did as she rocked her hips, tilt herself so that her clitoriswas being rubbed along the length of my shaft. But with my manhoodtrapped between us, all her rubbing and grinding was never quite enoughto really. I didn't admit to my fears about her, but did say that I had been thinking about her a lot.Over supper on Tuesday, the girls also agreed that their studies had also picked up a gear or two from the first year, with much more being done in tutorials than in lectures, so that the students had no choice but to actively contribute and express their opinions. Julie said that this was quite a shock for some people, who had managed to remain virtually silent and unknown in the first year.We still had. Her mouth tastes like lubricant and cum. Mine, this time. I feel myself stir again, despite the two previous orgasms. I am hungry to take her, or to reclaim her, to be more precise. The cabin feels very warm after the cool night air as we enter, and the bag I carried makes a noise as I drop it. We barely touched its contents, but prepared is the best way to be.She sits down on the armchair, the same one I occupied hours earlier, and pulls off her heeled boots with a groan of relief. I reach. Tilting my head back, I slowly began to squeeze the sticky goo from inside it. It dripped into my mouth with a big clump falling out splattering my lips and chin. Taking my fingers, I pushed it to my tongue and sucked it off them. Then I licked my lips and asked if that was what he wanted. He nodded it was. But instead of being finished, I lowered my mouth over his cock and licked it clean. I kept sucking it trying to make him hard again but to no avail. Then I took a towel and dried him off.