She moaned, deeply, and her legs gave way slightly. She was breathing harder and said "fuck, fuck" moaning, she must have been heard from outside the ...oom.Behind me, I could feel a small bench and moved to sit down. My towel fell open and my cock sprang free. As I forced her to her knees, it became even darker. A man was stood in the doorway, broad and tall with a big tent in his towel.He came closer and at the same time as he did that I could feel my gf slip her mouth over my cock taking me. We dined, if you'll forgive that word, at the local burger hangout. There were enough empty tables that no one cared how long we sat there, talking and looking at each other, dropping subtle hints back and forth while at the same time pretending not to know what the other was suggesting. Finally, finally..."Where do you live, Kathy?"I shook my head. "My Mom's probably home by now. Let's go to your dorm room."Thus was sealed the contract for the surrender of my maidenhead, though Bobby did not. Her problem was that this clumsy buffoon had somehow latched onto her, as though she was some kind of expert, eager to be consulted. ‘You’re so graceful, your parallel turns… how do you get that good?’ he would say. ‘How did I get saddled with you?’ she would think. Mog couldn’t even shake off his attentions in the apres ski hours. Somehow he always would be close-by in the bar, noisily joking with his mates, and plying Mog with drinks at every opportunity. The footballers certainly livened. He had one more request, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll explain that later. On Christmas day, Phil & Nicole stopped by for a drink to celebrate the holiday. One drink led to two, etc. Nicole was feeling good and in a very happy mood. As planned, I left the room and changed my attire. I came back to the room in a bathrobe, to find Phil and Nicole in a heated embrace. Nicole’s face was flushed and her holiday dress raised up to her hips. Phil’s hand was between her thighs and she was.