Like I said, it was a loooooooooong week.My roomie got back Sunday night. He’d had a great time at home; I lied and said that I had also.Monday nigh..., 3/19, I pulled together my courage and called Laura. I had decided not to call her a moment before then; I knew that if I did, I’d be desperately listening for clues that she was still at home. It’s a sad world when you wish you’d got GIS tracking on your sister’s smartphone!It took some effort for me to adopt a cheery tone as if nothing was. I headed to the elevator. As the door was closing, this woman jumped on. She was at the party. She was tall, dark hair, big tits, dress, cleavage, drunk. She was not very sexy and old enough to be my mother. She had on a huge wedding ring. She looked me over, then down at my shoe. I had forgotten about the mirror. She smiled at me and asked "Does that work? That mirror on your shoe?" She moved over the top of it so I could see up her skirt "Can you see anything?" "No, no, it does not work. I. I lift them up and put them on my shoulders. I grab my cock and place it at the entrance to her pussy. I stroke it up and down her slit a couple of times. Kirsten grinds her hips tryig to get my cock in her pussy. She tells me to stop teasing her and fuck her already. I slap her clit with the head of my cock and ask her," Do you want it? Do you want me to fuck you?She yells "YESSSS.... I want you to fuck me!!!"With that I thrust into her one hard push. She screams in pleasure and says OH GOD. He controlled everything with just two fingers."I have no intention of stopping," he smiled. "I want you to watch your first orgasm of the night." He dipped his fingers for more lubricant and increased the pace, rubbing faster but not harder on my hypersensitive clit. He knew exactly what to do and my body responded intensely to his virtuosic touch. My pussy lips were splayed open and frothing gratuitous amounts of juice as his fingers moved deftly across my swollen clit."Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" I.