Lost in the intense pleasure of our bodies coming together, I never expect or anticipate your next move. Grabbing me by the shoulders, you thrust my p...ssy down around your cock, completely filling me, taking my breath away. You thrust into me in long, powerful strokes, I can feel the head and veins of your potent cock sliding along my inside walls. You lean forward cupping my breasts in your hands, your fingers wrapping around my nipples in a vise like grip, pinching squeezing. I arch my hips. To my mind, it was clear that what I had accomplished had been appreciated, and the terrible jeans fiasco melted into my dim memory.Gemma got on equally well if not more so with her much better endowment. After we had completed our stint, we were blown away when five guys came asking if they could meet us for sex in the ‘private rooms.’Although Brian had shown us the rooms and explained what they were for I am sure that neither Gemma or I had ever thought that we would be seriously. I sifted through it, knowing full wellI kept sliding it to the bottom of my daily intake. ?Right. Is this it? Applicationto engage in intercourse with your husband?? She nodded meekly. ?It would mean a lot to him, uh I mean us, Sir.? ?And why is that?? ?Today is our anniversary. We've been married a whole year and we thoughtit would be a nice way to celebrate.? I noted with satisfaction her husband's signature, along with hers, requestingthe privilege of having sex with his wife. It was only a. It embarrassed me to no end to hear the slurping, and the moaning, and sometimes the begging. It usually got worse from there. We had had one awkward conversation about if she might want to tone down the noise a bit, but none of us were willing to push her on it, and she told us we were just prudes who ought to instead be embracing our sexuality – ‘it’s what college is all about.’ So, she kept on with the noisy sex, and we mostly cowered in our rooms Friday and Saturday.