..”“So you must have known about the mid-terms. I mean, that’s all Rana’s talked about for the last couple days now.”“Yeah, well ... mmmm,...I just, you know ... thought I might just, umm...” To Mark, Samira words spilled out of her mouth like she’d just hurried up a flight of stairs. “ ... Stop by.”Mark decided not to mention that just stopping by entailed a drive of some forty miles on a rainy day. Instead he chose to compliment her---recalling how eagerly she’d accepted his cock in her mouth. He washed and soaped her pussy as well as her back passage without making an issue of it. He did remark when he was washing her pussy, “hey some one has left a bit if cum inside” referring to the fact she has not washed it since they fucked before he left that morning! Kala couldn’t help blushing.Then he started to soap her meticulously making sure that he did not miss any part. Again she was surprised that he did not make it into a sexual act; it was a very sensual, gentle and purposeful. Sorry for the lack of foreplay, but today I just want that cock for myself." I reach back and grab his head and plant a warm closed lipped kiss upon him. He knows I'm not comfortable kissing him, but he also knows its the thought that counts. However the kiss is laced with an understatement so I say it out loud in case he misses it, "I need your cum inside me!" With those very words he cums, hard and fast. He blushes as he gushes. I feel the warmth of his fluids splash into me, washing. Add a ruffle, elastic, or other doodads and it still remains the same. But pants, on the other hand (leg?) are a topological nightmare. I left college 25 years ago in part because advanced calculus was completely incomprehensible to me. All that stuff about morphing a coffee cup into a doughnut and spatial curves and other gobbledygook. Trying to piece together a pair of pants made me wish I had finished that course, because I truly needed it. With the aid of a commercially assembled pair of.