Lets talk about your experiences in college. Ok back to college she said. Besides my budding relationship with Megan which began innocently enough jus... as friends and had grown to real hot lovers by Junior year, I had slept with a lot of guys from my freshman year when I really missed my first lover until I graduated. Even while I was in love with and making love ti Megan I slept with a few guys. I love the physical intimacy of sex and I was somewhat of a nymph during college. Once I went to. He didn't hesitate to slip his hand under my coat to confirm what he already knew, smiling in a knowing way. He then shook hands with Peter; with the same hand he'd just felt my wet pussy with. Then it was my turn to grin. Spread that wetness around, good man!! We had a drink, sitting at a small table in the back. A bit of petting and groping was enjoyed while we waited of our appointment time with the Jacuzzi room. When it was our turn, we paid for the room and went on upstairs. A. He came near me and started kissing me. He pressed my boobs while kissing.Now, he was rubbing his cock on my pussy. I knew his intention but I was so horny to resist. I was not in a defending mood.He slowly pushed his big dick into my vagina. My cries were immediately silenced by his mouth. He kissed me for some time and started fucking me slowly. After some deep slow fucking, the pleasure started coming. I was feeling awesome on his deep thrusts.Then he grabbed both my boobs and started. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater.