The slick sounds get louder still. “I’d cry and beg but you wouldn’t stop. And the others wouldn’t help me, either. They would watch us and ma...e drawings of us.”“Fuck, you kinky little slut,” I cursed. Of course she had to be one of those. Doing the watching all the time and lurking in the dark, wishing deep down for the tables to be turned on her, forcefully. Typical repressed, well-bred rich girl.“I want to make a drawing of your hard cock,” she confessed breathlessly. “I want to draw it with. Mom usually made a nice supper on Sundays. This week we had pot roast, pan roasted potatoes and peas. Mom broke out the ice cream for our dessert. Max was a convivial dinner companion. He engaged everyone in conversation over dinner.I teased Andy. "You know you will have to report this contact with an agent to your compliance office. You don't want to get declared ineligible by the NCAA." Your brother is quite right, Andrew," Max added. "You don't want to cut short your collegiate career." Max. We knew that Dawn would be over after she got off work at a doctor's office in town, a little past five. Money was left to order a pizza and Mom would be back later Saturday afternoon.I rushed out of school after practice not even stopping to shower. As I ran in the door, there was Dawn standing there talking with Bert. It had been three years since I had first seen her and she was beautiful. Not pretty, beautiful."Hi, Greg, oh, you look all sweaty, I'm gonna order pizza and why don't you go. My fingers were now caressing her pussy.I started playing with her clitoris and her grip on my dick tightened. It was a signal she was about to come. I quickly widened her pussy lips and entered a finger into her wet pussy. And started giving her a finger fuck. At the same time, she was giving me a handjob.We both could not control it anymore, and we both came together. She felt my cum on her hand and quickly reacted to it. I made sure it doesn’t come out the underwear and her dress didn’t get.