* Oh, you sweetie. I've only been gone a few days.I know, but I can't stand it. Are you sure you need to stay for the whole semester?* Well, of course...I do, silly. How else am I going to pass?Oh, well I had to ask.* Are you sure you're alright?Yeah, I am. Honest. I wish you could be with me though.* So do I, but it's not to be.Especially at night.* At night?In bed.* Oh.That's the worst.* I know what you mean. I dreamt about you last night.You did?* Uh huh. Hold on. I'm just shutting the door.... . and there, waiting for me, is Tracy, still just wearing those moist hot pants, circling her clit with one of her fingers. Shes sitting on the desk against the wall, with one foot raise on one chair, legs wide open with another foot on another chair."took your time" she jokes... and without a seconds delay, i march right over to her and start to kiss her vigorously. I can feel her twiching all over as i stroke her body with my hands. I lean out of our kiss, theres a momentary pause of just. She linked her ankles behind me, held my upper arms and squinted her eyes as we began, twelve stone of her hanging on my jumping rod, testing my mettle.I grabbed my wrist in the small of her back and gave her a couple of dozen of my best, full and lengthy thrusts, each ending with a fierce jerk and a full-bodied lift that bent my spine and arched hers. She cried out sharply with each ram and flexed her deep muscles to crush my striving member within her, to pull it deeper and to savor its. ‘Mr. O’Connell, Miss Evens is here.’ Mallory looked down at the man who was eyeing her with confusion. ‘Umm no it’s not. I’m expecting someone blonde and a good bit taller than five feet.’ The man looked even better in person than he did on television or on the cover of a glossy magazine. He had broad shoulders and was tall, she’d read somewhere that he was just over 6’4′. His hair was strait and almost black, and his eyes were nearly the same color. He was tan and had a face made to melt heart.