His hands moved down into my hips again, but so deep that I could feel him stretching me from inside. I began to follow, matching his thrust in and ou.... He continued to grab my hips to thrust deep into me stretching me more and more. It began to ache, but it was a good pain. I was coming close to an orgasm, I could feel myself trembling inside. Finally, I released my juices onto his cock. Lorenzo was still thrusting inside me, deep, hard and more quickly. I could feel his cock begin to spasm.. Some had made more of an effort; probably dressed by wives or girlfriends, and could almost pass as women in the darken room which was lit only by multicoloured party lights.The women fared better; they ranged from seventies style pimps dressed in flared jeans, flowery shirts, Afro hairstyles, platform shoes and over- large hats. Other women wore over-large pinstripe suits and dressed as thirties gangsters from the speakeasy era. Everyone was having fun and complimented Michele on her choice of. That was barely enough for the two of us. And so we hugged, we had to hug really tight because it was really congested. But omg, what a feeling that was. I was totally blown out of the world. My dick was right between her legs, her legs were along either side of my legs. Her boobs crushing against my chest. My hand was moving along her stomach to her thigh. Both our hearts were beating so fast. And to heat up everything else, we were in the college library and we could get caught!. I started. As the cab pulled over to let me out, jack kissed me, and there and then I decided that he was my rebound, he was going to make me feel better. It was so selfish of me, but it was what I needed and he wasn’t exactly saying no. Jack was so different to Greg but as we went through the motions I couldn’t help but compare the two. Greg had always been that bit rough in bed, biting and extracting pleasure with pain, Jack was sensual and sweet, kissing me softly, nibbling on my ear, planting.