“Yes,” she says as she reaches for her towel to wipe off the liquid. “No don’t wipe it off,” I say, “I like it.” I wipe off the liquid w...th my hand and put it on my penis. She lets out a moan of pleasure as I enter her. She is much shorter than me. My powerful thrusts are too much for her. Her whole body moves up and down as I continue with the thrusts. Once again I am able to continue for a long time. She starts making pelvic thrusts so that I may come. She appears tired. Her vagina is dry. I have seen how that little slutty receptionist looks at him. How he is always "bumping" into the divorcee across the street.I can come up with ten thousand different ways that what I am doing is a lot less worse than what he is doing.But why do I feel this is just a rationalization to excuse my actions? Am I just trying to convince myself?Week 8I really miss my friends. In the beginning, the totally exclusive, utterly secretive nature of my affair was one of its biggest appeals. It's was the. Not something that I would while going back to my classroom. Think of something else, think of something else. A dead person. My grandma. Anything…I went to my locker to wait there for cock to go soft again.Luckily after some time it began to fade. I felt I was losing the boner. But it took quite some time. I checked my watch and saw that 10/15 minutes had past since I left my class. F*ck I need to go back asap.I walked back to class and went in. ‘Everything alright?’ asked my teacher. ‘Yes, of. He was kissing her mouth again while forcing his meat in her fuck crack as far as it would go. He banged relentlessly into her tender g spot and plowed harder into her cervix. She screamed into his mouth when a tremendous convulsion exploded through her groin and belly. A tidal wave of her musky ejaculation poured out of her writhing box and he answered a moment later with his own piercing eruption of mind blowing release. He gripped her hips and pounded her, forcing his cock to drain pulse.