"How long?" I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel."Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband l...ft, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually," she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up. "We'll have to sort that out then won't we?" I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out. "My. Society could go take a flying leap.Our last finals were two weeks away, in late May, and Stan and I decidedto go out on the first Saturday after that. I let Steven know, and heordered me to come to his salon early on the afternoon of our date. Hewas keeping the dress and shoes at his place. In the meantime, Stan andI were so busy studying, we didn't see much of each other. I kept mynose in the books. I was a good student, and despite the distractions ofthe last year, I knew well enough to. I could taste some of my cum still in his mouth I should have screamed but I was secretly enjoying it as he finished.I was so exhausted, that was my first ever sex with a man, I felt so guilty but enjoyed it so much I can tell you. I was still in a haze and hadn’t noticed that Karl had his pants off and was rubbing himself frantically then he yelled begging me to help him I reached out and wrapped my hand around his huge cock, it was so hot and I rubbed up and down on it.“YES YES YHATS IT. The mere sight of him made me nervous. I forgot I was naked. I just stared at him with scenes of our torrid sexual past running through my mind. Then I remembered how we lost touch. I had an affair with him when I was married. I had trouble dealing with the guilt and stopped responding to his emails or any form of contact. I basically ignored him, not because I didn’t want to have sex with him. It was because I wanted to have sex with him way too much, too often. Our intimacy with each other.