When they taught us English back in my country, they never taught us any of the filth words. Some of them we picked up from each other, some were tota...ly alien to our ears. Everyone knew the word fuck; that was universal. The same thing applied to bitch. I had no knowledge of the word cock, but I understood it as Eddie pushed it into my mouth. The word cunt left me totally confused. Was it an insult, like bitch? Was it a descriptive word, like woman? Was it a word for my female vault, my. We had established physical contact, I was no longer with airs and graces, he knew why he was here, and now my guard was down and my needs were obvious, I had to be mistress and he needed to know this.'Turn and face me', I said sternly, letting my foot slide from his buttocks, and as he turned his swollen penis stood rigid, at a high angle, which was different from my husbands flaccid droop, this looked angry and aggressive, sparking more desire from my loins, I raised a finger and crookedly. For all that the campus was full of couples looking for the same thing, once you got off campus and out of town all you had to find was some trees among the corn fields.When they were in the back seat, Andy helped her onto his lap with her right side towards him. They had a deep kiss before he began unbuttoning her blouse. He had a little trouble opening her bra with his left hand. Then the kisses were even better while his hand held her neck so possessively. His other hand stroked her tits or. I was resting at the bottom of her vagina with another bit left outside. I looked at her face, her eyes were leaking tears and she was breathing in slow, deep and tremulous breaths. I remained still as she studied my face. It was all I could do to not drive into her as was my inexperienced teenage way. She smiled a small smile and started to flex her hips, ever so slightly. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and released, rippling up and down my shaft. The tightness was almost painful. I was.