His thumb trails over her lace covered core, finding her damp. She nips at his neck, her breathing coming in broken pants as he presses beyond the bar...ier to touch her. With a growl, he forces two fingers into her molten body. Christ, he could practically smell her.She fumbles with his zipper as heat pools in her belly. Clutching his rigid length with delicate fingers, she tugs him free of his clothing. He's heavy in her hand and she bites her lip as the familiar flutter tickles her insides,. How hard they were and yet soft to the touch in some way as well. And finally the end moment when both boys came and how cool it looked to see their stuff come shooting out and the look of pure pleasure on the boys faces when they did indeed 'finish'.Both girls agreed that it would be difficult to talk to boys in their class at school now without checking out their crotch area to see if they also had a good sized package or not and they even thought it would be fun to measure up as many of. I knew what the guy was worth after we’d been together for only 3 or 4 months. There would have never been a problem with money…ever. He wasn’t what I’d call rich but he was very well fixed in life. I was to the point (had been for years) that I could ‘pass’ in the cold hard light of day; I worked at it. Never 100% but I could hit about 80%, maybe 90 on a good day, most women busted me right away (if they took the time to look) and to those, I was seen as not just an abomination but a threat.. It was apparent to us both that we were attracted to one another. Since we were both married and officers, and Phillip was a senior major, we were judicious and controlled. I had become lonely and forlorn, missing Phillip terribly, especially at night. I was yearning for him and my cravings were overwhelming. I found myself jilling four and five times a week to relieve the stress. I was so randy, seeming almost helpless. One Friday night after working late, it was raining hard and Gerald asked.