It was a Friday morning about two weeks from the end of the semester. Seniors were getting ready for graduation. Sophomores like Tricia and freshman...like me were getting ready for finals. She walked out of her bedroom, wearing the shirt I gave her the first day we met.“I thought I told you I wanted that back,” I reminded her.Teasingly, deliberately she took it off, first one button at a time. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the shirt fell to the kitchen floor. She strolled that. The base of his thumb pushed against my clit as he worked his fingers back and forth, twisting his hand around inside me. The he pulled his fingers out and stroked his shaft with his slippery fingers before pressing the head against my pussy. He pushed steadily and I felt my self stretch to accept him. Then he started working it deeper, pumping in and out forcefully now that he had his massive weapon inside me. The feeling was unbelievable. I was stretched beyond belief and Max wasn’t done. For visualization purposes, I recall her breasts were a large b-cup … nothing monstrous. We sat on her pack patio enjoying the shade on the warm summer afternoon. I could only stay a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about careers, graduate classes and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. Things were going great. As the minutes ticked away, I had to get going. We both stood up, and respecting. Today also, you didn’t bring an umbrella.” My voice was almost blaming her.“I forgot to bring, Shan.” Her face had blushed with the fault she did. “And you know Shan, I don’t worry about that, because somebody is there to drop me home.” She tried to agitate me. “No. Today I don’t come to accompany you. You will have to look after yourself.” I told as I was annoyed with her.“If you don’t do, I won’t give you,” she giggled.“What?” It made me curious.“Don’t you remember? The sweets I brought to.