The Only name Jack remembered was the other group ‘A’ student, Roscoe Brenton. Jack gave them a quick rundown leaving out the high and low points ...o leave the group with the impression he was a working stiff who got accepted as a mature student. Roscoe, like Jack had come from a working class back ground. He was a little intense and somewhat morose but unlike the others, he at least had personality. The others were what he thought of as prototypical first year law students. That is, they were. I just stood there, looking down at her wonderful behind, as she ground my cock, which by now, had become a throbbing snake trying to tear through my sweats. My thrust became harder, I became bolder, using more force. At one point I wanted her to notice. I rubbed up and down into her crack. I rubbed sideways, tracing the curve of a buttock, falling into her crack, and coming out to trace the curve of the other buttock. I "hit" her hips with my cock. I owned the bitche's ass. I was all over her.. Her pussy was soaking. She told me that it was so hot watching what had just happened she had cum in her pants. I not only felt her pussy I inserted two fingers inside. She felt so hot, her nipples erect, my pussy was on fire. She took my fingers out of her pussy and licked them. That felt so slutty, but I was loving every minute of it. We then heard keys in the front door, Simon had returned from having his Coronavirus jab. We quickly put our clothes on, and told him that I was in Kate's room. Jessie was a beautiful woman herself and had the men of Essex wrapped around her like dogs on heat. She had jet black hair, fake tanned skin, and green eyes like a snake. She wore a black puffed jacket to keep warm with a blue money belt tied around her waist. "Yeah, sure hasn't changed, has it?" Michelle said, with a laugh. "It never does," Jessie replied. "But some has." She looked towards the Lord Mary Pub with a sad look in her eye. David walked past and saw her daughter was staring after.