Finally, Jess turned on his computer, opened his e-mail, and replied to Wesley. “I would like to meet you too”, Jess started. “Where do you live... I'm about five minutes from Wilmington.” He looked over his brief e-mail and thought it looked too short and tried to add more to it, but the words didn't feel right, so he just sent what he originally typed. Then his thoughts wandered toward how he and Wesley had first met each other. (A few weeks ago) Jess had been at a friend's house and hadn't. Jordan growled into Summer's cunt, drew hungrily upon it, sucked it as if it was some ripe melon. Her fingernails dug into the cheeks of Summer's sleek ass, lifting it, shoving her mouth as deep as she could get it, trying to bury her entire face into the sweetly trembling cunt as her Summer began to cum. "Oh, Jordan!" Summer panted, swinging her head from side to side and breathing harshly. "Oh Jordan, eat me up! Just eat up my pussy!" Summer swung her legs up, bent the knees, and clamped. He was knowledgeable and shared so many of her interests. His sense of humour was always bubbling under the surface of even the most serious of discussions. She liked him very much and admitted to herself that she had missed him during the last term and was missing him even more when they were not together during the holidays. She was grateful that he had not tried to kiss her or anything. Dancing cheek to cheek with him last Christmas had meant nothing. It had been a convenient way of filling. As we danced I could feel his hands running up and down my back and occasionally lingering on my ass. I was getting very hot so when he tilted my chin up and kissed me I kissed him back. I could feel his tongue on my lips and opened my mouth and sucked it in greedily. His hands were all over my body squeezing, kneading, teasing, until I thought I was going to scream. Suddenly he led me off the dance floor and into a dimly lit hallway where he started to unbutton my dress leaving only the top.