Then after a moment something inside of me took over. The feeling of my blood boiling had come back stronger than before.I tangled my fingers in her l...ng black hair and kissed her back savagely. When out lips parted, Briana was heaving for breath. Her coppery eyes looked as if they were circles of flame. They had a glow that had to be a reflection of the overhead light.Briana dropped to her knees and untied the wide sash that was around my waist. She pulled the pants of my costume down freeing. 'Dirty bugger, ' I thought to myself. 'I bet he's getting a good eyeful.'Nathan had by now sat forward a bit and his right hand was beginning to work its way up her leg."You're fucking soaking Tracey," he said to her. "Look I can see drips of your fucking fanny juice." I know!" she laughed. "I'm dripping like a tap here. Go on then do it!" she added as his fingers had reached her wet quim entrance. "You know you want too."With this he slipped two fingers easily up her cunt. An audible slurp. I have a lot of such erotic experiences in my life which I will be telling you in my stories.I have achieved various things in life which I can openly speak of. But what I love to speak out but I don’t do it in public, are my bondage ventures. This story is one such erotic venture. (Remembering this still gets my panties moist and I crave some more.) This is a story from my college days. I was a pretty active girl in my college department. I was a class topper and also very active in various. The bar kids liked the way he treated them as men. The waitress thought that he was kind, since he tipped so well.Martha became a good golfer, who played in the women's league. She drank too much, but was still well liked, because she was a funny drunk. More than one man noticed her tits, which she showed off with her low cut golf blouses. They were bigger now that she had gained ten pounds since college. Come on to her? Not likely. Mess with John Pezzimenti's wife and maybe have to face him?.