Thankfully, something happened that rendered solving such a mystery unnecessary.“Fuck!” she yelled as her pussy started to convulse around my fing...rs. Moments later, she climaxed and she started to squirt. Oddly, my initial reaction was “Fuck, my mother’s car!” but then I remembered this was a fantasy and I was able to enjoy the feel of this tight-bodied hitchhiker’s pussy quivering around my fingers.As soon as the final wave oozed out of her, she slumped in her seat and started panting. The paper proposals we had turned in the previous week were being distributed back, with comments. I had taken great care in choosing my topic, picking one because the subject interested me, and for more pragmatic reasons, an easy one, because I needed a good recommendation from the professor to get into graduate school. “Though you might have blown it already, what with that fucking on his office desk,” I grimly reminded myself.Professor Donovan was just inside the door, handing our proposals. Licking my lips with the bit of precum that had found its way onto my tongue. I kiss him and his tongue probed my lips seeking that taste of precum he knew was there. He wasn’t disappointed. “This way to the bedroom, my sweet sissy faggot.” and took me by the hand leading me to the bedroom.I recognized the panties that Tom had a put out on the bed. I wondered if they were for him or me. I was so very pleased when he handed that pair of Martha’s black satin panties to me. He had brought these. We grinned at each other.Karen added, “When do you expect Larry?”“Sometime this afternoon. It’s a long trip for him. He is packing everything and will return directly to his college when he leaves here. It makes sense. He might drive me back.”I said, “Suzie-Q, how is it going and how far is it progressing?”“Brad, I don’t know. Things are going well but very slowly. I think there is something deep and wide for us and I’m getting more ready for that river. I still have some fear. No, that’s the.