I know it must have taken me several minutes to realize where I was. Finally, I realized that Amanda had stopped all of her ministrations and was bask...ng, too, in the warmth of post-orgasm bliss. She continued to suck on me until I was a more normal size. I slipped out of her mouth and fell onto the bed exhausted, feeling otherworldly of course, but exhausted, nonetheless. I was a bit too tired to fall asleep so I moved around to the head of the bed and propped a pillow behind myself, staring. She keeps teasing me whit them . . . touching. Suddenly my hand is between her legs. She seems shocked. “Relax nobody can see under water. She likes it and moans. I feel her hot pussy. I can feel her moving on my hand. She begs for more. Slowly I take her hand and move it between my legs.Damn she knows how to handle my pussy. Before I know it, she puts a finger inside me.“Oooh!” I cannot control myself and start to moan. She dives and starts licking me under water. Moving my panties aside and. There was a long pause until he said quietly “You want to suck my cock don't you?” ....."I can tell you're black cock worshipper"....God, he was sure of himself. A casual pick-up in the middle of the afternoon, no subtle chatter as you got to know more about each other. You almost stammered your reply - “Yes” then added “please”, agreeing your place in the hierarchy with that single word. “Let’s go to my hotel, just down the street” he said. You both abandoned the coffees, and you followed him. It seemed because of my desire to get off; I was the butt of everyone’s jokes.“Smell that, someone’s pussy juices are ripe”.“Something smells fish around her”.It seemed the only time I wasn’t fingering myself was in classes I liked.After my first few times of having orgasms; I would smell then taste my finger afterwards.Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the taste was something special and I had yet to figure out.I was eventually was busted in class one day doing exactly that, by one.