"What's been bothering you lately? Ever since we got back from spring break, something has been on your mind. Is it... us?"Melanie looked at her watch... then sighed. She regarded Ilsa with trepidation, and was unsure about telling her. Indeed, she had kept it hidden since their return from that magical week in which she and her gorgeous roommate had become lovers."No, it's not really 'us'. Ilsa, I love you, you know that. We are fine." She leaned against the desk and stroked Ilsa's silky brown. I dug my nails into his back as he pushed his self into me. “Ahhh, ummm, ohhh, ahhh” I was hugging him and moaning as he continued rhythmically. “Fuck me harder” I said. “No” he replied with a mischievous smile. “Ahhhh, please” I said biting into his shoulder. “Ahhhh, noooo, you know what this does to me” He moaned suddenly pumping me harder. “Aah, ohh, ummm, my god” We both were moaning as the bed was rocking under us. I arched my back to take him in deeper and closed my eyes. The fluids were. She was sure that her beloved husband, the Marquis, would out in Nice atan important alnd ownership discussion. She was alone in the house. Suddenly, she was full of determination. What was the graceful clickingof her heels, now became a hasty tiptoeing. She hurried accross thechateau, moving from one room to another, seemingly with no direction atfirst, but then the maze became a pattern, through which the Marquesswas looking for her objective. At a corridor she met a group of maidswho were. My mouth migrated to her left tit and sucked on it like a mad man. I had never in my life known such lust before.My fingers entered her pussy, one finger then two, exploring her depth, moving, wiggling. It didn’t take long for me to realize that she was wet. I don’t know why but I was quite astonished by this. I stopped sucking her and looked up at her. There were tears in her eyes. I kissed her on her chin, “Its okay, Its okay!” I said gently, no one will ever know, I promise, It’ll be our.