A multitude of feelings began brawling in my gut, but nervousness overcame them, forcing my head down. Shit. Shit. Crap. My face felt like the surface...of the sun, and I’m pretty sure she could see it too. I slowly glanced back up, to see that she’d turned back and had resumed working. Phew. My heart was finally slowing down. As I shook my head and turned back to the mountain of unfinished chemistry papers I realised something. Something big. I wasn’t going to get anyone like this. No, they only. They were delicious. She figured he must have had them catered, so she asked him about the cheeses and pâtés. He explained them in detail, and said he had more in the refrigerator if she had a particular favorite. She declined and complimented his choices. Her heat level went up a notch.He took it slow. More of their seemingly unending ability to talk as old friends would. Then he stood, offering his hand to escort her to dinner. She noticed him admiring her legs as she rose, holding his. We had rented a motel room for the night, but he offered his guest room to us. I was a little hesitant since earlier he and I had our mouths full of cock , and the taste of his cum was still fresh when we got back and Sandy kissed me.We decided to go to our room, shower and pick up a few things before heading over to Billy's place. We were showering and Sandy kept teasing me, stroking my cock a bit, kissing me, but wouldn't do any more. She'd been playing like this all day, and I was getting. She was already wet with the excitement of doing something so naughty, so her fingers easily slipped into her pussy. The thoughts going through her head were unbelievably arousing. All she could think about was getting caught, but oddly it did not worry her at all. Instead, it served to excite her, and she began to rub her pussy with two fingers, speeding up quickly, constantly listening for anyone that might wander in. Sarah felt so dirty and so slutty there, masturbating in her old high.