And that was something my cock was sorely needing. As I packed an overnight bag, my cock was growing with anticipation. I had called her from my offi...e earlier, to see if she would be available for dinner on Saturday, before I headed home from my trip. She was as giddy as I was on the phone, and said she could take a break from her studies... and would LOVE to see me again. We hadn't seen each other since she came home one weekend in October, when we fucked in my garage on the cold concrete. There was not a good shot of her in all the videos except one, only legs, an arm, her ass, and the very top of her head along with sounds from her. I could see your hair which was brown, but in that one I finally saw her body but where her she had her face buried in a pillow moaning while being fucked from behind by one young guy who was big and muscular. I think this woman did not want anyone knowing who she was and not wanting to be in the videos. I am sure of that but anyways I was fisting. These were all kinds of girls too, good-looking ones, and the not-so-good-looking ones. It wasn't safe for me to walk the halls. I got bumped into even on the stairs, once so hard, that I lost my balance, and dropped all of my books and folders. Two different girls apologized for bumping into me, and both of them stopped to help me pick up my things. In English class, about a week later, Harriet Simonson handed me a piece of paper with her address and phone number on it, telling me to either. Her juices were flowing freely out of her, coating my chin as well as running down her ass crack. The little bird cries I could hear coming from her signalling I was doing a good job. I coated the tip of my index finger with her pussy juices and circled the tight little rosebud sphincter as my hand moved along her ass crack. Her cries turned into a deep guttural moan as I slowly pushed my finger a little way inside her ass. At the same time, I moved my face a little, allowing me to play with.