.and Iwill set your tribute," she stated mysteriously.I wondered what this meant but the hunger to taste her pussy overrodeany doubts. I moved eagerly...between her ample thighs. Tentatively mytongue dipped into her swollen pussy lips and I tasted her syrupy pussyjuice. It was pungent and musky, all women, it made my head spin at thedelicious taste. I eagerly lapped up the juices making her chuckle at myeagerness. Once my senses were filled my tongue quested for her clitquickly finding the hard. ”“Wow, miss goodie two shoes is kissing random boys in the stairwell, so unlike you.”“I know. And the weird thing is, I want to kiss him again.”“Even if it was that good of a kiss, he’s a complete stranger, what if he has an STI or something?”“I didn’t sleep with the guy Rach, I just kissed him… well rather he kissed me, then I kissed him back.”“Well if it was such a good kiss, then go kiss him back.”“Maybe.”I smile and shake my head.“We need to get to class.”“Yes, one last semester of this. Ignoring them, I reached out, pulling on his towel instead as it fell away. His hard stiff dick pointing in my direction as he stood there in surprise looking at me, and then at mother."That what you had in mind?" I teased, finally accepting the glasses from him putting those down on the bar-top."Not at the time, but I certainly do now!" He joked back, once more looking towards mom for any sign of disapproval here. Obviously there was none as she laughed, already pouring some wine into the. Her fingers were in her own pussy and she was soaked and cumming. She groaned and thrust her fingers into her pussy even faster and deeper as her orgasm wracked her. As it passed she stroked her clit more gently, then stopped stroking.She turned her head and looked at the clock. It read 12:18 PM. She'd slept until past noon. Her dream was a vague memory.She got up from the couch, took the sheet from her makeshift bed and put it in Joel's apartment sized washing machine. She tossed her t-shirt.