So I got out my phone and started taking pictures of the ladies,my phone does not make any sound when taking pictures so they had no idea what I was d...ing and they were still talking away any how.So call me kinky but fuck it I thought I want a picture of my cock rubbing against the pvc goddess in front of me,need to be careful though so she does not feel me doing it,so I got my throbbing cock out and let it rub against her mac as she moved,holy fuck it was awesome,my cock all that kinky pvc and. Sometimes, she used to drop her small hairpins in her shirt and then she always asked me to slide my hands into her shirt between two buttons and then search for that hairclip between her boobs and I used to fondle that soft breast. I used to roll my fingers on her nipples and sometimes I used to pinch them and then she slapped my dick which was erect in my pants. I even fucked her in the girl’s college washroom many times. So this time she asked me to come to her place for a quick fuck session. " Anything." Call me Mr. Little... as if you're still a student here."It's as if the man could read my mind. All those years we spent together here we had been thinking the same thing. I thought of every meeting we had where we were alone and I cringed at the fact that I could have had this joy sooner.Jared slid his hands under me and lifted me slightly as he re-positioned me so that I was standing. He cupped my breasts warmly and closed his eyes. I knew he couldn't wait much longer either, but. ”“How’d you let that man go if you felt that way? Say more.”“I had to focus on what I needed to keep and what I needed to let go of in my life, and it wasn’t the men; it was the underlying set of rules about relationships that I’d been raised with and the love I felt for them. As it turned out I had some stored-up anger and resentment at David, and at myself. Much of that stemmed from the way I was raised and my church upbringing. We’d been co-enablers of that paradigm our whole time together..