I made my way out of the cafeteria on cloud nine. I made it half way to my math class, when Stoner, the other guy at the table, grabbed my arm. Wanna ...ang out. He was not looking me in my eyes. That would be great. When? I was way too anxious. Now. I have class now. I can fix that. What? I was totally confused. The idea of not going to class was shocking indeed. Just go to your class. Ill come get you. Just like that? Yup. Got mad skills. Well Ill owe ya. Damn right you will. I turned to walk. The girl responded, grinding her crotch against his, and pulling frantically, at her swollen, throbbing nubbin, with her fingertips. ‘Aaaaagh! Uuuuunngh!’ The girl threw her head back, with a gasping cry, as her clasping sheath began to spasm, uncontrollably, about his penis. Her hips bucked and squirmed, in the grip of her orgasm, as his cock continued to pump its contents into her, mixing with her own copious secretions, and seeping out over his balls and stomach. She continued to ride his. She then fetched a jar of body oil which had been warming in the sink and liberally covered every inch of me, and herself, with the oil. When she had finished, she led me (by my cock) over to a couch and made me sit down. She then brought over a wet shaving kit which she put on the couch beside me.“I am going to shave you now,” she said, “and because you have been so good, I will sit in your lap to do this.” Before I could think, she climbed into my lap, leant back and eased my smooth cock into. .. that he would exercise his masculine prerogatives and just do it to her.For his part, Jeff wished that his wife would be more whorish on occasion. He kept making suggestions to that effect, but she kept rebuffing every suggestion. He knew he had a very passionate wife, more so than most men. She was always ready and eager for sex, day or night. The only times she ever refused was when she was sick or her period exceptionally heavy. In the latter case, she always provided oral sex..