One Friday night I was in a bar in the city where I live, when I noticed that the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was looking at me across the room... I could hardly believe it, but before I knew it she walked over and started talking to me. I was still thinking "What's wrong with this picture?" when she suggested we go to a nearby hotel.Once we got to the room, she offered to get me a drink from the mini bar. Suspecting nothing, I drank the whiskey and asked her what her name was. "No names,". Two messages in a row? She wondered if something was wrong at home? That question catapulted her out of the bed, or at least upright enough to find her glasses (for reading only) so that she could see what had arrived.The first text read, “Report to professor Julian’s (pronounced Hulen ... she smirked internally) office to receive your grade on today’s philosophy 201 test.”If it hadn’t been for the second text that read, “Failure to appear before COB today will result in failure of the entire. After a couple of bottles of wine with the meal I stared to go to the bar for drinks and got hers topped up with extra gin.She was getting a bit unsteady by now and at throwing out time, I ordered a taxi to get us back, as soon as we were in the taxi I started with my hand on her knee then moved up her thigh and soon found out she was wearing stockings.A little more feel up her leg and I was on to her stocking top with suspender, then she froze and clamped her legs tight shut so I had to be. The hardness of his penis pressed against my chin and bottom lip as I thrust into my wife again but I didn’t care.Julie’s movements were getting wilder. Her whole pelvis was jerking forwards and backwards as though in some kind of spasm.She started to move my mouth away from her, then pull it hard into her again, trying to use my tongue like a tiny dildo.She lifted one of her feet and put it on my shoulder to open herself up more. She let go of my hair with one hand and reached around behind.