Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch an... cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly; almost slow motion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger. My wife was out of town on an extended trip. The business required very little time on my part. I was a very good delegater. I had agreed to write a book about sex and hypnosis that was going very slowly. I didn’t want to get too personal to avoid people I knew getting mad at me or worse. So far I had one chapter based on real events and several chapters based on my imagination. The book wasn’t exciting me. It read like amateur science. No excitement and nothing to hold the reader’s interest.. Looking back this time gazing in to her eyes he smiles and tears of joy come from his eyes not knowing why this is happening he tells her in a whispering voice I love you. Taking him by his arms she pulls him up to her and tells him I know you do. Pushing him down on the bed she gets on top of him slowly taking his pants off in anticipation. With his man hood exposed she looks at him and smiles slowly seductively kissing his chest she puts her hands upon his shaft feeling its thickness. That fall Ellie became a freshman at my small university and I was soon on familiar terms with her anal passage and then, when she was safely on the pill, we did it in her lovehole. I'm six feet tall and she was five nine and very skinny. She was pretty, though not sexy looking, with the same dark brown hair and green eyes as me, very small breasts, a cute buttinski, and her bush was long and thick and covered her lower belly and hung down between her legs. One Saturday we were in bed in my.