I could still feel her hard nipple searing the palm of my hand and the soft nub between my lips. Then of course there was the kiss ... a kiss like few...sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stirred me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week.I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in. "I do," Stacy smiled at me. "I have a thing for it." For cheating?" I asked her and the girl nodded."Compulsive," Stacy giggled."She breaks up every time," Monica explained. "Like, she meets some cool guy and moves in and a week later Stacy's bangin' on my door all cryin' cause she got caught fuckin' around again." A guy?" I narrowed my eyes and grinned because Stacy had spread her creamy thighs to show me her red bikini. It was a thong, naturally, and barely covered her pussy. I could see it. A slow, methodical cleansing and teasing of her pussy, which was, by now, making a puddle on my desk blotter. After about 10 minutes, she laid her head back, nearly off the desk, for that matter and gave herself up to the pleasure….hand over her mouth to stifle the groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm. When she came, it was with an incredible shudder, her legs pressed hard against my cheeks, her hands in my hair and her ankles, instinctively locked behind my neck. I never stopped. 'Her smirk turned into a look of irritation before fear flashed over it. She nodded and started backing up but it was too late. Grunting started behind me near the clearing and as I looked the sow trotted out into the open and started glaring at us.'Oh, shitfuckbollocks.''Yeah.' I agreed quietly.'Whats the plan?' she murmured.'Is your bow out still?' I asked.'What, you want to kill it?' she gasped.With no idea when I'd decided to go ahead and kill it, I just nodded before pointing at her and.