I still had my fingers inside her pussy, in moments I found the spot inside where she really wanted my fingers moving just so. She wanted to squirm, b...t I was holding her tight enough that it really was not an option. That tricks the brain. Just the hint of restraint worked wonders.She really loved being taken forcefully like that, being excited and passive while pleasured and feeling a bit overpowered. I must say I liked it too, she was so responsive. Then she got a surprise, I used my thumb. This time my partner would not slow me down but promised to continuously distract me. I had been paired with the object of my desire through my entire college career, Jake Peterson. Jake was hot enough to melt chocolate but also kind and polite, the whole package. He was also slated to slide into a cushy management position at his family’s nationwide pharmaceutical company after graduation. There were two things that annoyed me about Jake: 1) He was always surrounded by a flock of gorgeous. I can feel the seam of my skin tight jeans pushing the thin cotton of my panties between my outer lips, knowing that if I was to take off my pants, there’d be a tell tale dark strip. I’m damp. Moist might be more appropriate. It’s not helping that I feel his hands caressing my hips. My tight cotton tee is purposefully short, my jeans low, leaving an inviting bare strip of flesh from just above my mound to just above my navel. That’s where his hands settle, stroking, each time growing bolder as. "Let Deb and Liz have their comeuppance."Karen weighed in. "Morry, is that wise? I mean, this is just a pretense..." Karen, accept the fact that Deirdre is of age. She couldn't be in better hands either."Deirdre took a deep breath. "Karen, I'll be spending the night with my boyfriend. I'm eighteen, I'm not doing drugs, and I'll be in a private residence. Can you please accept that it's my life?"Karen did not answer. Abruptly, she stood and left the room. Shaking her head Deirdre began to unpack.