" We were very exhausted and we collapsed in a pile. Soon, we were sound asleep. When the morning came, the blizzard was at full force and the streets...were impassible. We stayed in bed most of the day and tried different combinations and positions. Somewhere, there is a film of us because he mounted a camera on a tripod to record our lovemaking. And that was my first time with a couple. Obviously, it was something I liked. We went our separate ways after the film was complete but some years. That was about all I had known or thought of her all day. And now she was in my room sucking my cock.“Linh, what are you doing?” I asked her. “Fulfilling my dream,” she said. “I want to fulfill my fantasy to have a sex act with a older white man. I got too wet thinking of it in my bed, so I came here.”I switched on the lamp, sat up and looked at her. She had on a lime green tank top that clung tightly to her warm flesh – two pointed nipples in the middle of the flat plane of her chest,. I received a call from my economics professor and councilor Professor Phillip Rogers. I was intrigued. Professors did not make a habit of visiting students two weeks before the commencement of classes.I went looking for my mother and found her in the library reading. “Mom, professor Rogers, my counselor, is coming here to talk to me tomorrow afternoon. He said he would like to present me with a proposal and he wanted to do it in person. I would like you to be here when he arrives.”“Of course,. I parted my legs even wider, spiking my heels into the hall carpet to steady myself for the oncoming onslaught on my frothing married cunny."Oh your legs look fucking great in those," Niall said as he leered at my splayed legs and slutty heels.Connor had now joined in with some lovely fondling of the white, smooth bare flesh that was readily and cheaply on offer to them."Fucking hell Anna, your fanny is dripping!" They both exclaimed together almost telepathically, as a few drops of my pussy.