"I could not resist it" he said with my worn panties in his hand.I did not know what to say, and when I wanted to leave, he took my hand and said "you...should not be ashamed"he pulled me against him and took me by the hips.my back against that sturdy chest of his. I felt and heard how he was sniffing my hair.his hands rubbed my stomach upwards until he touched my breasts.he took them firmly and began to knead them. I wanted to leave, but at the same time I also enjoyed it.his hands wandered back. Stuck out in front of him was the biggest cock I have ever seen. Bigger than any I have seen in films and it was about to go to the back into my girlfriend’s mouth. True to his word he fed it into her willing face. She sucked his cock like a possessed pornstar slut.Again, true to his word he grabbed the back of her head and tried to get as much of his ten inches in as possible. After about six, she gagged, like he said but that didn’t stop him trying to get more in. Out of breath and with. ..everything was alive and tingling. Kelly must've been feeling the same ecstacy as her eyes were closed and her breathing was more rapid...her nipples had fully distended...her internal muscles kept massaging my hose as she swayed from side to side.She parted her lids and leaned forward; we kissed and began jousting with our tongues until we both released the mammaries and wrapped our arms around one another. Together we began mashing and rolling our breasts against each other as Kelly began. My SAT scores were 790 in math and 590 in verbal, not bad. My safety-valve school was Penn State, and I also had one pie-in-the-sky Hail-Mary pass in the air. I applied to M.I.T.The second Monday in January, I toured the campuses of B.U. and M.I.T. The interviews at B.U. were fun and relaxing, and I think it's an excellent school. Then I crossed the Charles River into Cambridge and spent the afternoon at M.I.T.There I was in a professor's office in Building 3, a nice view of the Great Court out.