"Is this good, or do I need to do the deadbolt?" I had my hand on it so she could see it."I don't think we need that yet. I just want to talk for now....That 'yet' and 'for now' sounded ominous. She would want the deadbolt later? This was a frat house. I had a roommate. The only acceptable reason to use the deadbolt was to keep your roommate from barging in on you while you banged some girl. And ... fat, right?Okay. I waved her at one of the chairs and I took the other one. When we were both. She was a real mess too, covered with a variety of food and condiments from Mom's refrigerator. That my mother had helped make that mess was surprising, but only because Mom had sort of a fetish for keeping her kitchen neat and clean. It was anything but that for the moment, and Katrina ... Her luscious firm tits were covered with whipped cream, warm and runny now from her own body heat, spilling over her body like thin milk leaking from her breasts.The girl's taut belly was stained red from a. I add our favorite purple vibrator to the mix. In and out, it lovingly caresses my G spot, as I imagine your tongue and fingers going to work on me instead. Once in to the hilt, I turn the vibrations up to the max and shudder at the sweet, sweet intensity. I'm shaking, and I'm ready to cum.But no, not yet.Adding more of our favorite lube, I pick a black set of beads and lightly tease my puckered hole. Desperately longing for both my holes to be filled to the brim, I insert one, then two, then. Jiggling, lots ofjiggling; I got hard just watching. Every year, a whole new army of pussies just waiting tobe sundered, a whole new field of boobs unsucked andunkneaded, of cunts unlicked, of warm bodies eager tobe groped and plundered. I decided I would love them,as least as many as I could. And I did. But this is thestory of why I am no longer at school, no longerseeking that advanced degree, no longer using younggirls for my pleasure.So I had graduated in three years, got my masters inone.