"You fucking prick, Gil! You scared me shitless! Let me up! Now! I am going to kick your ass, mister!" She was furious at me. I tried to hold back my...laughter. "I was hoping it would take you a bit longer to figure out it was me, Nat. I was enjoying myself," I chuckled. The familiar touch, the way her clit had been pinched and rolled. What gave me away, was the three twists of her hair. "Ohhhhhh, you are in for a world of hurt, Gil!" Nat shouted at me. "Take the restraints off of me this. He probed her mouth gently and she responded equally gently, her tongue almost questioning what it should do.His hand left her hair and slowly moved down her back. She never flinched and he moved it to stroke her left buttock and then gently to knead it. She gasped but didn't pull away."Are you enjoying this, Sharon?" he asked her softly."Mmm!" So, are you going to do as I tell you and let me make love to you and not just fuck you?" Mmm!" Good!"His mouth left hers and moved to trace her neck. She was completely relaxed, casual in her nakedness but, neither on the Saturday evening, nor on the Sunday evening, would she make love. For me that was decisive. On Monday morning I told her, “I’ve got an interview this evening so I’ll be back a bit late. I’ll need the car.” It wasn’t true and I think she knew. “Are you making things easy for me?”“Well, I’ll be in lectures all day. I’ll eat in the refectory and definitely won’t get back here before 9pm.”“Definitely?”“Oh yes. It’s thirty miles. He came in about three or four minutes. It must have been a good hard cum for him because he had to lay down and take a rest right afterward.She stood back up and smiled again, like her pussy just conquered another dick. But she wasn't really satisfied. She looked over at me, and we locked eyes, and she gives me a little extra smile. I knew what that meant. I had the dick she wanted that night.Everybody else was into their own thing, either talking, or fucking, or resting. So it was just us at.