(Boxers are free enough to access almost everything under them.) Rubbing ice on her thighs and pulling ice up to her waist under her boxer, I could fe...l the warmth of her sex.I made her lay on the shelf and rubbed ice on her thighs, slowly I peeled off her boxer and she was there in front of me without clothes, naked. Her flesh was glowing and I could see that in her eyes, the pleasure was clearly visible. I touched her wet cunt with ice and she moved a lot, softly holding her, I kept rubbing. Unfortunately it was that moment the door burst open. I knew it! Abbys mom screamed, I thought it was strange that youd want to hang out at the library. You dont read! Mom nothing happened! she yelled back, I was just telling him about not being able to date anymore. Thats why I find you kissing and this room smells like youve been having sex? Mom! Abby exclaimed shocked, I would never do that in public! She put on a really good show of being offended by the statement. But I still caught you. Like I’m painting your portrait, only…”“Only being written as some kind of raving nymphomaniac.”“Yes. No. I don’t know.”Perhaps thirty seconds passed with Meghan looking like she was interrogating her own feelings. Then she said, “Do you know, I’m actually tempted.”“But?”“I’m married for one thing.”“And?”“And I assume this… sitting would be at your place.”I could see her point. A married woman visiting a man she knew to write sometimes excessively depraved stories. “I wouldn’t lay a finger on. I nearly shot my load as I felt her slick juices against my fingers. I very softly and very gently began to run my middle finger up and down her moist slit. I could feel her labia open as my finger spread her sweet young pussy apart. As I reached the top of her wet opening, my finger now covered in her juices, slid slowly and softly over her erect clit.Suddenly, she drew in a sharp breath as I froze and halted my caresses. Her breathing was now heavier than before but I was sure she was still.