...I'll give you a hand...I'm good in the kitchen...promise." "Come on then. I'm impressed. A man whose good in the kitchen....never had one of those...before. Haha". Fifteen minutes later, Lesley was bent at the waist, over the kitchen table, getting her third taste of Kevin's hot cum squirting into, the last of her welcoming slut holes. The younger man, who not so long go was needing instruction, didn't seem to need it anymore. She smiled at him, feeling cum running down her leg...from two. As time passed, I tried to date different girls from the college but failed every time whereas Shweta was successful in each of her conquests. She was famous as a college slut as she had slept with over 15 guys from our college (the number was only known to me). I was jealous of her as she was getting laid so much and I wasn’t.Then came the final year. I had just turned 21 and it was time for our farewell party. The entire final year student dressed up nicely and went to the party. Shweta also. I then bought two pitchers of beer for the guys and took them to their table. When they asked me why I was buying them beer I told them that I had enjoyed watching them drop my wife’s panties. Then I told them that it would cost them two more pair of panties. I sat back and watched the action.Apparently that particular bar had a reputation for panty droppers. I watched some girls walk by their table on purpose and other girl avoid them like the plague. A couple of the girls even smiled because. ” I again became nervous, but there was nothing in his manner that would justify it. I looked to the women clustered around his back, but they appeared to be as unsure of what was happening as I was. “More than ‘who’, I know ‘what’ you are.”He ignored the comments around us and held my gaze. “When you attacked in the dark last night, you saw in the dark like your wolf.” It was a statement, not a question, but I nodded. “When you sought for clues, you heard feet scr****g on the dirt.” I thought.